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 when I returned to Onitcha years later, I realised home still didn’t feel safe. I still felt like a stranger among my people. So I returned to Lagos, never really feeling like I belonged anywhere…” – Teresa, on leaving home Teresa, Tessy or Tes …
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. …
Written by Mercy Williams Have you ever felt it? That moment when a woman praises you, and the ground beneath your feet feels light? Your cheeks swell with boundless euphoria, and your heart flutters, because when …
Written by Mercy Williams Tell me! What’s typically your go-to favourite fashion piece? And if you’re even remotely familiar with the Africa Magic Viewers’ Choice Awards, what was your favourite look from this year’s edition? The …
By Sedem Kamassah In this project I attempt to capture what it means to be grateful. Coming from a Catholic family, I was taught to begin every prayer/project with gratitude and thanksgiving, for it is what …
Written by Sheila Kal A man who in urgency asks, ‘Babe, teach me how to rub your clit.’ A man who, at the supermarket, makes faces at kids who tells jaba stories to his nieces and …
Written by Mercy Williams Within and beyond Africa, marriage and motherhood are often sold to the girl child as the ultimate aspirations. For many girls, the social conditioning to prepare for this supposed life goal begins …
Written by Sheila Kal Sing Say your name. Say your name Say your name. Say your name Baby, say your name. Say your own name Oh mimi sitajisahau (I will not forget myself)Sitajisahau. Juu tu ya dunia… ( I will not forget …
Written By Idayat Jinadu I have a full-length mirror in my room, and I tend to dance naked in front of it—an activity that brings me so much joy. When I’m in front of the mirror …
