My inspiration for this story is the beauty of the African culture, which is being marred by a few harmful traditional practices affecting women. The original intention of FGM (Female Genital Mutilation) was not to cause harm, but over the years it has degenerated into just this and as a result it has to stop. My take on this would be to "stop adverse practices and embrace the beauty of the culture".

Child marriage, polygamy and widowhood rites are not strange in my part of the world. This story is my way of giving insight into these practices, which adversely affect womankind.  A bright light of hope emerges at the end of this short story, as the young widow escapes on her late husband's bicycle.