Written by Idayat Jinadu “Say it again.”“I love you.”“Say it again.”Sigh. “I love you.”“You hesitated; you don’t love me.”“No, Mosebolatan, I didn’t hesitate. I love you, okay? Very much.” A kiss on the forehead. “If your mother was drowning and I was drowning, who would you save first?” “Bola! What sort of question is that? I can’t even imagine…seriously, why would you ask something like that?” Stands up, walks to the other chair that was lonely in its corner, sits …
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Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni Friday came, and her mother had them skip breakfast because she just wanted to get to the doctor’s office. They arrived five minutes before their appointment, and the waiting time …
I try to suppress my emotions as I drive through the quiet suburban neighbourhood, stifling my growing nerves with each metre I cover. The closer I get to the unknown, the more my nerves intensify. Will …
The world must be coming to an end because I signed myself up for conversion therapy on purpose. And now that I’m here, I’m wondering what kind of madness possessed me to even consider it. Still …
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 …
Sometimes, I stay up late at night, yearning. I look at him lying peacefully next to me, and I know he deserves better, but I can’t help but think that it should have been you. It …
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 …