Nsuuta, every woman resists. Often it is private. Most of our resistance is so everyday that women don't think twice about it. It is life. Even the worst of us, like Aunt YA, who massage the male ego with "Allow men to be men" are not really shrinking but managing their men.

Promise me you will pass on the story of the first woman -- in whatever form you wish. It was given to me by women in captivity. They lived an awful state of migration, my grandmothers. Telling origin stories was their act of resistance. I only added on a bit here and a bit there. Stories are critical, Kirabo,' she added thoughtfully. 'The minute we fall silent, someone will fill the silence for us.

But me, I was not going to sit around waiting for him to steal a moment for me once a week, once a month. In the end,' she said in English, 'I supplemented him.''You suppliwhat?' Kirabo responded in English.Nsuuta was cynical. 'You know why you are shocked, Kirabo? Because women are brought up to treat sex as sacred while men treat it as a snack.

After lunch, mother and daughter sat outside on the porch to talk men. From where the world starts to where it ends, when women start to lament men the sun could drop from the sky and they would not realise.