Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni ‘It’s crazy how things just end – years of loving and being present for each other changed by one confession. I guess Dr T is right. I have to allow myself to let it go. It’s easier to say when I am in my bedroom. It is a different story when I see her at school. It sucks. Anyway, let me check on my boyfriend.’ She picked up her phone to message him, but …
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Written by Nyambura My girlfriend has insomnia. The whole time we’ve been together, eight weeks now? She randomly wakes up at 3 am, texts me, and sends me memes and GIFs or TikToks, and if I …
Written by Mercy Williams The Passport was pressed and printed into existence alongside its brothers in a small, clustered photography studio in the Kainji Military Barracks. Niger State was a cold place. So cold that the …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni PART 1 ‘I thought that I would still be in pain, but it’s all gone. I guess first-time experiences aren’t the same. The girls have spoken about hurting for days, …
Written by Idayat Jinadu When I was in primary school, I wanted to be a lawyer. I saw lawyers in Yoruba films I watched with my parents, and I wanted to be one. I imagined myself …
Written by Miracle Okah I am not a lesbian, but every time I tell a man that I am bicurious, I notice the way his eyes light up; it is like a switch has flipped. All …
Written by Idayat Jinadu It is said that when Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden tree, they were cursed. Eve’s curse was severe pain in childbearing, and Adam’s was endless toil in life. I think …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni ‘That’s the reason she has not been speaking to me? I mean, I get it. That girl is gorgeous. She has a beautiful body. I stood no chance. But it …
Written by Miracle Okah Imagine posting a beautiful picture of yourself on X (formerly Twitter), feeling confident. Then, a stranger gets hold of it and asks Grok, X’s chatbot, to turn your picture around so they …
Written by Miracle Okah Reader discretion is advised. This piece contains references to sexual violence and trauma. You are seated among the rest of the family at your father’s funeral. When your mother called you for …
Written by Idayat Jinadu A few months back, I needed to get some beads as I was learning how to make bead bags. I knew a woman at the market who sold accessories, and I was …