Column: Mutilated women need help
My mother's mother is Manyua Sesay; she passed away long before I could ever learn to know her as most children know their grandmothers. I can recall in my youth, a tall regal woman with radiant skin that reflected the deepest shades of brown. She seldom spoke to me, yet I detected a burning nostalgia in her eyes as she dreamt of returning to her home - Sierra Leone, West Africa. She was born into the Mandingo tribe, one of the many tribes in Sierra Leone that to this day practice female genital mutilation.