Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni After Ropa left Sphe’s house, they never talked about their sexual encounter. They both felt the shift in their relationship but didn’t know if it was worth the conversation, so …
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Written by Miracle Okah A few months ago, I came across a tweet asking why it seems like the marriages of our parents and older generations lasted longer than today’s. To be honest, it’s a valid …
Written by Idayat Jinadu My earliest memories of friendships are of me and the six other kids I grew up with in my neighbourhood. If these memories were lined like books on a shelf or queued …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 4 Friday after school, Ropa arrived at Sphe’s house with her mother. Their mothers talked in the lounge over some wine for over an hour. Sphe was surprised her mother was …
Written by Idayat Jinadu Adejare whispered to Oribamise as she lay on his mattress beside him, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” She wasn’t looking at him; her gaze was fixed on the …
Written by Miracle Okah Back in the day, sex wasn’t just a mere three-letter word for women. It was a whispered word, a word spoken in hushed tones, most times with a hand half-covering the mouth. …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 3 “Hi Sphe, how are you today?” Dr. T asked. “I am angry. Remember the part in my letter when I said I wasn’t sure of how much my father loved …
Written by Idayat Jinadu My feminism began during my first degree in Peace and Conflict Studies. I was 16 and fresh out of secondary school. I had my first phone, a Blackberry Q10, which I only …
Written by Miracle Okah It was the year 1996. General Sani Abacha, the military head of state, ruled with a heavy military grip in Nigeria. In one small corner of that tense world, my mother had …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 2 “Okay, maybe she doesn’t hate me for running away on Saturday. Or she wants to break up with me before we get to school? Oh boy.” She strolled towards her …