“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 been avoiding me since I arrived. Each time I entered a room, she left. I had overheard her arguing with Mr Addison about me. Occasionally, I would see her watching me from a distance with a weird look on her face. “Don’t you hate …
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 …
I was excited about my new life. My mother and aunt had told me how enjoyable marriage was going to be and I was looking forward to it. It was nice to ride in a private …
Written by Gbemi Trabaye It was late in the evening, and I couldn’t have been older than seven – the show “Cheaters”, an American weekly syndicated television series was on, and for some reason – I …
Written by Tapsy Gomwalk Whether it was witchcraft, feminism, common sense, or a mixture of all, my journey became about healing and actualisation. On that path I’d once been too hopeless to tread on, on that …
Written by Tapsy Gomwalk By the time I heard the poem about being reborn as your mother’s mother, I’d already become a witch and started truly believing that it was my job to be the change …
Read part 1 here I arrive at Bosphorous with six minutes to spare, but Adwoa and the rest are already there. The aroma of delicious food is making me hungry, and I’m grateful I already told …
Written by Mercy Williams “I always knew I was different, so I gathered small money and ran away from home. Coming from Onitcha to Lagos as a young adult without knowing anyone was scary. But even …
“I miss you.” “I miss you more.” “I miss you even more.” “I miss you most, Sweetheart.” I listen to my friend Adwoa’s conversation with her boyfriend with a little envy as I braid her hair. …
