Written by Precious Nwosu Growing up, many of us were taught to extend kindness and empathy to neighbours and strangers as a way of life. Think of the Good Samaritan from the Christian Holy Bible. Think of moonlight stories about the poor orphan who helps an old lady and is rewarded the next day. As a result, phrases like “Are you okay?”; “You need help”; and “You need to talk to someone, please, be calm” subconsciously become ingrained symbols of …
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Written by Miracle Okah “I will not give birth to a life that will discriminate against my gender. My own flesh and blood must not become a blade turned against me.” “If the world born from …
Written by Nifemi I have a lot of not-so-peculiar things to be grateful for about my human experience. One of these things is the ability to detach myself from the collective, stand at a mental corner, …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …