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The weight of silence: Adanna
Rebecca Adaku eze
Rebecca Adaku eze
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Adanna had always been a quiet child. The kind that melted into the background, never demanding too much attention. As a girl, she learned early that silence was her shield, her protector from the chaos of her household. Her mother, Nkechi, was a proud woman who had dreams of her own. But like so many others, those dreams were packed away, locked in the dark corners of sacrifice when she married Adanna’s father.


Nkechi was strong—at least, that’s how everyone described her. She wore her burdens with grace, smiled through her pain, and never let the world see her cry. But behind the facade, Adanna saw the truth. She saw the bruises, the exhaustion, the way her mother’s light dimmed a little more each day. Silence, Adanna learned, was not strength. It was survival.


As she grew older, Adanna realized that the silence passed down to her wasn’t just about enduring the abuse from her father. It extended beyond the walls of her home, seeping into the society around her. The expectations placed on her as a woman were both heavy and unspoken. She was taught to be obedient, demure, and invisible—never to speak out too loudly, never to question.


By the time Adanna turned 18, she had mastered the art of silence. She had survived the volatile outbursts from her father, watched her mother wilt under the weight of her unfulfilled life, and understood her place in the world. But deep inside, something was stirring. A quiet anger, a desire for more. She didn’t want to carry the burden of silence any longer.


It wasn’t until her final year at university that she encountered Ifunanya, a professor who changed everything. Ifunanya spoke openly about womanhood, trauma, and resilience. She was unapologetically vocal, challenging the oppressive norms that had weighed down generations of women. Her words were a balm to Adanna’s soul, awakening something long buried.


One evening, after a particularly emotional lecture, Adanna stayed behind, wanting to speak to Ifunanya but unsure of how to voice her thoughts. When she finally approached, she stammered, “I... I don’t know how to break free.”


Ifunanya looked at her with understanding eyes. “You don’t have to know all the answers right now. But you have to start by recognizing that your silence is not your strength. Your voice is.”


Those words haunted Adanna for days, echoing in her mind as she reflected on her life, her mother, and the generations of women before them. One night, after witnessing yet another fight between her parents, she found her mother sitting alone in the kitchen, staring blankly at the wall.


“Why did you stay?” Adanna asked, her voice trembling.


Nkechi looked at her daughter, her eyes tired but soft. “Because I believed it was my duty. I thought that was the price of being a woman.”


Adanna’s heart broke at her mother’s admission. The silence, the sacrifice, the weight of unspoken pain—it had been passed down like an inheritance, but it wasn’t something she wanted to carry anymore.


“I don’t want that,” Adanna whispered. “I don’t want that to be my story.”


Nkechi reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “Then don’t let it be.”


It was the first time Adanna saw her mother not as the strong, silent figure she had always known, but as a woman who had endured far too much. A woman who had once had dreams of her own.


From that day forward, Adanna vowed to reclaim her voice. It wasn’t easy. The weight of societal expectations, the fear of speaking out, and the trauma of her upbringing tried to pull her back into the familiar comfort of silence. But each time she felt that pull, she remembered Ifunanya’s words.


Slowly, she began to speak. She confronted her father, not with rage but with the calm certainty that she deserved more. She told her mother it was okay to dream again. And she found strength in other women who, like her, were learning to break free from the burdens they had carried for too long.


Adanna’s journey wasn’t just about her. It was about all the women who had come before her, and all those who would come after. It was about breaking the cycle of silence, reclaiming the narrative, and understanding that womanhood was not defined by suffering but by resilience, by the power of the voice.


And in the end, Adanna realized that the weight of silence wasn’t hers to carry anymore.


The End.

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