Young Girls African Marriage
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It was a rainy cold day. I was sitting at home on my couch switching channels when I came across a talk show, which focused on couples married abroad. Sitting in the middle of the screen was a young eighteen year- old plain-dressed girl who had married a middle aged- sophisticated gentlemen wearing a dark pin stripe suit. Shocked and full of tity, I was slowly engulfed by the distant but recent memory of my own marriage.
September 1997, it was the first day of the New Year celebration in Ethiopia, and my last year in high school. "Meseret, are you ready yet?" asked my mom. While struggling to pin the bright yellow rose on my dress, I realized that this was my first flower. I had never attended a prom, had a boy friend, or even been on a date, yet here I stand getting married to a person fifteen years older than me. "Mom, I am dressed...