I was six weeks old getting comfortable in my mother’s womb warm and welcomed wasn’t sure about my sex –
when my father in a council with himself decided to name me Shumavon ::
My firstborn is a son no question about it he declared proudly stroking his black moustache.
I turned mind disturbed
how inconvenient! Then curling my yet-to-be-developed lips into a smile I turned out to be a nonconformist – precisely –
a very vociferous girl