Written by Sheila Kal On the evening I leave for Japan, my heart begs to be empty so I can fly untethered but my gut is bothered, my body is chilled and my mind is bent from calculating. How and why will this take a full day? The itinerary says to take off at six o’clock from Nairobi and arrival at seven fifteen in Narita, Tokyo. Save for the embarrassment of not locating the incredibly tiny flush button in the …
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Written by: Mariam Seme My sister got married at 19. At the time, she believed it was what she wanted, but now, at 24, she is divorced with a 3-year-old son and starting over from scratch. …
Written by Precious Nwosu “My mother has NEVER discussed sex with me except to tell me that ‘boys don’t get pregnant’ or to ask about the state of my hymen. Everything I know about sex, I …
Written by Idayat Jinadu In the middle of the night, sometimes, my existential crisis creeps in to ask me the meaning of life. If I reply that it is meaningless, it would be opening a door …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni She picked up the phone and typed, ‘Hi Mandla. I am sorry for ignoring you. The past few days have been emotionally draining for me. I went in for my …
Written by Sheila Kal From the poetic series: Adding Colour to Water Soon, it’ll be three years since I buried my hair below the Mwarubaini you planted. I wouldn’t call it a ritual, Uncle; I only …
Written by Miracle Okah It rained the day Adigun brought in another woman to meet Ope at home. Ope had just come from her toddler’s room, having finally rocked him to sleep, when she heard Adigun’s …
Written by Idayat Jinadu “Say it again.”“I love you.”“Say it again.”Sigh. “I love you.”“You hesitated; you don’t love me.”“No, Mosebolatan, I didn’t hesitate. I love you, okay? Very much.” A kiss on the forehead. “If your …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni Friday came, and her mother had them skip breakfast because she just wanted to get to the doctor’s office. They arrived five minutes before their appointment, and the waiting time …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni ‘It’s crazy how things just end – years of loving and being present for each other changed by one confession. I guess Dr T is right. I have to allow …
Written by Nyambura My girlfriend has insomnia. The whole time we’ve been together, eight weeks now? She randomly wakes up at 3 am, texts me, and sends me memes and GIFs or TikToks, and if I …