Par Boukari OUEDRAOGO A Savili, village perdu dans la province du Boulkiemdé, une femme occupe le statut de chef de village avec autorité et sagesse depuis deux ans. Vêtue d’un ample boubou blanc aux motifs variés, qui témoigne de son vécu et de son autorité, la cheffe de Savili, Naba Kango avance lentement avec assurance. Le pagne noué. Un foulard en pagne traditionnel orne sa tête. Dans ses mains, les symboles de son pouvoir: une queue de cheval, un moyen …
In Nigeria, it is easier to publicly discredit a woman who speaks about rape than it is to get justice against the man who actually committed it. Rape in Nigeria is drastically underreported. In fact, national …
By Ifeoluwa Suleiman I spent half my life trying to negotiate with a God I was told couldn’t handle my hunger. On Sundays, I was a masterpiece of suppression. I wore long skirts that swept the …
I was still reeling when Nafisa inevitably found me in her garden twenty minutes later. She sat beside me on the bench – the one we had brought from our old garden – for a few …
My teacher came as promised. She was a young woman in her early twenties called Miss Jenny, and although she was very sweet and patient, it was rough at first. I couldn’t grasp what she was …
Written by Precious Nwosu Growing up, many of us were taught to extend kindness and empathy to neighbours and strangers as a way of life. Think of the Good Samaritan from the Christian Holy Bible. Think …
Written by By Precious Ologunwa I was twelve — still a child, but already carrying a body the world believed belonged to someone older. My breasts began to grow rapidly, far faster than anything I was …
When they were ready to leave, my mother patted the space on the bed next to her and invited me to come and sit closer. “How have the bedroom activities between you and your husband been?” …
Two months and two weeks after I became a wife, my mother and aunt came to visit. They gushed over the house, as I knew they would. My mother could hardly tear her eyes away from …
Written by Nifemi We are at a party together. An official kind of event. You’re wearing your three-piece suit—the type you wore with her in the picture. But dark blue this time. I knew I’d like …
“Why don’t you like me?” I asked Nafisa sadly, moving closer instead. Her eyes widened, and she asked in surprise. “Is that what you think? That I don’t like you?” Her response confused me. She had …
