"My mother did this to me at your age." She said as she reached out for the egg she kept on the wooden chair beside my bed. 

"What is that?" I asked with a shudder. My heart had sunk into my belly. She stared at me in ambivalence. I never knew what could trigger her curiosity. She had never loved to see me with any boy. She believed true love only existed in the 1960s when children had no thought of evil in their hearts, not my generation. 

She drew nearer to me. "Nne, open your legs!" She said as her voice rose in pitch. I felt a jolt of electricity when she reached out to my labia major with both her thumb and index finger creating a passage before she inserted the egg in me. My whole body was filled with goosebumps. I let out a shout when she brought out the egg from my vagina. 

"She's pure," she said to Grandma with a smile and left the room. Grandma had nothing to say; rather, she pecked me on my forehead before she used the exit. I was left empty like a girl who was forcefully deflowered, bruised and shattered. My clitoris formed beads of blood around it. I waited an eternity before I could cover myself with a cloth when I heard a footstep approaching my room. 

Who could have started this? I thought this was a 21st Century. I thought I had the freedom to choose a yes or a no. I thought it was my right to decide who could come to my body. Udoka, my brother, had a girlfriend but never had this been done to him? The system is partial. The system is rigged. I had no other choice but to flee to the United States through the help of Mr. Wellington. I had no family in the U.S. but my freedom was a priority.