I was dreading returning home for the New Year. Kwame and I had enjoyed an amazing Christmas alone on vacation, and it was now time to spend the new year with family. I had missed my family so much and was looking forward to being together in the same space with everyone for the first time in years, but I knew that Kwame and I would be ambushed. It would be worse because both sets of parents would be celebrating …
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My internal nervous wreck was not over. I listened with half an ear as Mr Anderson bombarded us with stories about the mines and how much better he was doing than all the neighbours’ mines. I …
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 Gbemi Trabaye My story is one that several people could probably relate to, but yet – there are always intricate, unique and subtle details that stand out each time. Whenever asked the question, “Where …
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 …
Written by Gbemi Trabaye I’ve struggled with many things, but nothing as intense as maintaining friendships – so writing this article already feels therapeutic. Growing up, I spent every single day at home, rarely went out …
Rama drew my attention away from the mirror. “One of the boys will bring your luggage soon, and then you can refresh yourself in the bathroom and get some re—” She paused as if she just …
Written by Gbemi Trabaye Some memories never fade. January 2017, I was 18 years old – sitting in the backseat of a white Toyota as my parents drove me up the winding roads to what would …