You have just returned from the market with a basket of fruits and vegetables. You go to the chapel where your neighbour, a widow in her 80s, often spends the rest of her days in prayers; that or just having friendly chatter with the village priest. The wrinkled woman, filled with gratitude, collects a small batch of the fresh veggies from you and looks over to the priest, boasting; “Mon père, elle suit toujours la bonne voie. Une vraie prude, …
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Written by Mercy Williams The first time I said “Fuck!” and meant it was in 2021. I was in my mid-twenties and I was raging. My head was pressed against the cold wall of my room …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni “What are you sorry for, Dad? For barely taking the time out to get to know me as your daughter or for breaking Mom’s heart? I have tried to do …
Written by T.O. When I decided to become celibate, it was simply because my PCOS had been driving me crazy in my relationship at the time. I had just been diagnosed, and I would have crazy …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni After Ropa left Sphe’s house, they never talked about their sexual encounter. They both felt the shift in their relationship but didn’t know if it was worth the conversation, so …
Sexuality and sexual expression have generally been taboo topics for African women. With the rise of feminism, more women are realising that purity culture is deeply rooted in misogyny since it only applies to women. Consequently, …
Written by Miracle Okah A few months ago, I came across a tweet asking why it seems like the marriages of our parents and older generations lasted longer than today’s. To be honest, it’s a valid …
Written by Idayat Jinadu My earliest memories of friendships are of me and the six other kids I grew up with in my neighbourhood. If these memories were lined like books on a shelf or queued …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 4 Friday after school, Ropa arrived at Sphe’s house with her mother. Their mothers talked in the lounge over some wine for over an hour. Sphe was surprised her mother was …
ABENA I want him so much, but he doesn’t seem to know that I exist. Well, he does know that I exist because he works for my Dad, but he doesn’t see me beyond being his …
Written by Idayat Jinadu Adejare whispered to Oribamise as she lay on his mattress beside him, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” She wasn’t looking at him; her gaze was fixed on the …