“I was 5 years old when I suffered mutilation.
My father didn’t agree.
He was at work on that day.
I remember my mother and my grandmother holding me lying on the floor.
The cut was immediate, then the suture was made with thorns of the acacia.
My legs were tied and immobilised to heal the wound.
I remember the pain.
I will remember it forever.”
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