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 car for the first time as I journeyed to my new home. I wondered if the other wives would like me. I hoped they would, because it would not be nice to live in a house where I wasn’t liked. I almost asked my …
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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 …
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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. …
Written by Mercy Williams Autism, ADHD, BPD and other disorders may look like the perfect ingredients for a messy, unfathomable word soup. Speaking about them often reveals the prevalent assumptions that people with disabilities and neurological …
Written by Leelee Benson Before now, celibacy was never an option. The thought of abstinence never crossed my mind—not even as an afterthought. Like an unconscious addict, desirability was my drug, seduction my tool, and sex …
Written by Mercy Williams I’ve been locked in a threesome for as long as I can remember—one between my body, my body dysmorphia and my inner consciousness. On screen and in literature, we’re often compelled to …
Written by Mercy Williams Beauty And The Beholder The woman stands at the balcony and holds a bouquet of roses to her nose. She exhales softly with satisfaction and smirks at the golden sunset before her. …