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 …
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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 …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 1 Siphesihle didn’t know what to do or say. Ropa anxiously sat beside her friend, wondering if she had just ruined their relationship. “Do you mind if I go home?” Sphe …
Written By Brutally Candid I’m 21 years old; I have never had sex. I have never been in a romantic relationship, and I have never kissed or been kissed. If you are in the same age …