Written by Nnennaya Finding love in Nigeria is tough—especially when all you want is a healthy, fulfilling connection that’s free from stress and toxicity. After enduring the pain and exhaustion of three stressful relationships in the past, I’ve learned the hard way that love should never come at the cost of your peace. Now, more than ever, I’m determined to prioritize relationships that nurture and uplift me, rather than drain me. For a queer woman, it’s even tougher. Add the …
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Written by Moraa. Three months without your touch,seems minimal, but is much.My memory of you is outstanding,your painful absence notwithstanding. I touch myself to thoughts of you,I cum hard but still feel blue.I wish the world …
Written by Wolverine Her: Lips warm, soft, pliant against mine. His tongue invades my mouth. I’m on my tippy toes, head tilted up, my arms on his broad shoulders. Him: As our tongues dance, I can …
Written by Highest Kite, from the ‘Rebel’ series You know what’s funny but dangerously not funny? How none of my friends nor I want childrenTwo of us have had abortionsone of us more than once Don’t ask me how, …
Written by Wolverine Once upon a time I was young & carefree,Naive and in love.I lacked for nothing.I had my twin babies planned.I had wanted a ring with an emerald flower centerpiece.I wanted a gown, in …
Written by Highest Kite, from the ‘Rebel’ series whatever My face is wet whatever My heart is heavy whatever My mind is cramped whatever He won’t text back whatever My lips feel sewn whatever How do …
Written by Wolverine It’s been a long, hectic week. Stress has consumed me day & night. Constant chats, On and off calls, Threads of ongoing emails. The screen torturing my eyes begins to create a throbbing …
Written by Highest Kite, from the ‘Rebel’ series President William Samoei Ruto killedabducted and insulted his young critics ShameIs not what he sleeps with GoldIs what he, his family and companions risk Kenya for Faith Is waning, short-ranged, …
Written by Toluwani The apartment was dark and silent when they entered and smelled sweetly of sandalwood. Being home calmed Anansi immensely. She had secured her prey. She shut the door softly and turned on the …
Written by By Toluwani (Note: Oxa is pronounced Osha) At 6:35 am, the sun snuck in through the window and alighted on Anansi’s face. She awoke with a start, already on her feet, naked, and covered …
We are flowers sprouting in a desert of homophobia. Our petals are bright, and our leaves have uncoiled, despite the cold. It is Nairobi in June. Everywhere you walk, we exist; some of us visible, others …