Sayo Aluko
Her
name is fecund femininity. Her name was fecund femininity. Like an intricately
carved pitcher emerging gracefully from the finest Potters’ wheel, so she berthed
virginally out of adolescence into teenage-hood, glancing gracefully with chastity
within and the allure of innocence without. At a time when the fad of pubertal
exuberance tenaciously grinned
