I’m suffocating in here! With nowhere to go, no room to exercise and barely any oxygen, I feel like a prisoner in my own home. One cramped little sofa in this tiny glass bowl for a home, a fireplace and giant fish looking in at me; I was the perfect ornamental pet human. So immersed in my favourite book Ordinary Amos and the Amazing Fish I felt as if I were there, for real. It was the epitome of an immersive reading experience. But it didn’t last long before I came crashing back to reality like a flightless bird. Amos was the last book I read before a single meeting with Dr. Pepper precipitated my decade in the literary wilderness.
Man dies on a train, the body goes unnoticed for hours” read the headline. I called him Manuel. It was the last thing I remembered discussing with my friend John before I left New York City. Ten years later and back in London – life had moved on. Things were going quite well for me in that intervening period, and Manuel featured very little in my consciousness. But something changed that.
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“I was raped. And then I discovered I was pregnant as a result of it.” Lyyti stunned her audience into silence as her words lingered in the room. She then continued with the opening of her speech, “I thought, I am going to die of Aids and now I have this thing inside of me that I do not want!” Lyyti had one question on her mind; is motherhood a blessing or a curse?