Book: She Called Me A Woman.

I remembered seeing this book first on @that_portharcourt_boy's handle on instagram.
I remembered how gleeful I was when I got this book from @something__bookish. I felt like have made it -lol.
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photo taken by me

She called me a woman edited by Azeenarh Mohammed, Chitra Nagarajan and Rafeeat Aliyu is a book that really got my emotions.
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I was happy, melancholy, mad, angry, pitiful (just name it).
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The anthology is a collection of stories of different queer women from childhood to adulthood, how they encountered/ became victims of gender discrimination, gender dysphoria, prejudice, misogyny, social anxieties, racism, violence, hate, sexual assault and harassment, attempted suicide, verbal abuse and other related trauma. From families (nuclear & extended), friends, society, religious bodies and commands.
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Stories from their happy moments, worse days and sad moments were shared.
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How they hid in umbrella of marriage, friendship and pretence because of fear.
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I saw the saying "Sinners judging sinners for sining differently" into play in this book.
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I saw how the religion played among the major roles creating problem in various ways.
How the self claimed religious individuals made some nonreligious / secularist.
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I saw myself been sad with decisions that was made, like that of the trans woman who left the job that was related to PLWHA, because she felt she wasn't attending to trans needs.
I was like you can still attend to trans needs while you work with PLWHA. Even do you know that there are people that needs your strength to survive with your stories/counseling. And more over you never can tell who those people truely are.
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I also saw myself been happy with some decisions been made, like been unapologetically queer and don't give a fuck about what is been said about you.
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Hypocrisy also played it's part in one way or the other in the stories.
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The hope they seek is something am optimistic about.
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Big credits to @cassavarepublicpress for bringing this book to reality.