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“The idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that, which again for me is nonsense. I want us to raise girls differently where boys and girls start to see sexuality as something that they own, rather than something that a boy takes from a girl.”

— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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Monday, December 23, 2013

The Barn Raiders -introducing Mini

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tel:9781304679857 isbn 
Print tel:9781304680921
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Mama Brown's Family is the storyville of life in the Ghetto of Jamaica. The author utilizes  one family setting to explore critical themes and expose the injustices and prejudices of a crumbling societal value structure. 


Mimi was not in love with Franco. She slither away from his encircling arms and gazed at his comatose face. She could learn to love him and he treated her well. He gave her everything her heart desired and more. She searched his face, wondering if she could settle down and have kids with this boy. 

He often insisted that they where perfect together. Mimi felt her skin prickled whenever he suggested children and touched her abdomen. She was not interested in babies, she did not want to lose her figure this early. 


Money is what made her heart tick away in her chest in a staccato rhythm. It was his shiny vehicles that made her skin tingle with excitement. 
It was the social impact their presence together created that suffused her Bronze skin with a copper tone blush when people stared in awe at them. The only thing that pranced about was her pride and ambition not wistful romantic notions over a barely grown man. 

Mimi rolled back into Franco's arms and listened to the rhythmic beats of his heart. Every thud inside his chest tugged at her conscience. Maybe she could love him. 

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