Pray tell, when you look at other women, do you see a reflection of yourself in them, or do you feel like you are someone else entirely? The time is 1:32am and I am at the back of a building used for a rave party, wondering what the fuck I am doing there. Maybe it is the weed I had taken a few drags from or the loud music mixed with the heavy smell of alcohol that I cannot stand. …
“Your destination is on the left,” the Google Map voice told her fifteen minutes later. As she stopped the car at the black gate in front of the lovely one-storey house, her hands began to shake …
The call came at exactly 6:32 in the morning. She was already awake, counting down the minutes as the time drew closer. She had not slept well the night before; she was anxious and shaky, wondering …
Written by Rejoice A. Deborah sat with her legs crossed at the ankles, using the ballpoint pen in her left hand to draw circles on the jotter placed on her lap. Her head swam with a …
Written By Nyambura “It feels like tears falling from my eyes,” he tells me when he is pulling out. As I absorb those words, I keep looking at him. He has wonderful eyes. They are a …
“Where would I go?” I asked, still staring at her. I wasn’t completely convinced that it wasn’t just some sick joke my husband had thought up to torture me some more, but this was the first …
In two years, I lost five pregnancies. Then my health began to deteriorate. I was weak, exhausted all the time, and constantly bleeding. Beamah stopped giving me the concoctions, and she had many hushed conversations with …
I knew so little about my body, pregnancy, and childbirth that despite the signs, it never occurred to me that I could be pregnant. I missed my period, was perpetually tired, nauseous, and throwing up every …
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 …
My mama taught me never to complain or talk back to a man. She didn’t teach me just in words but also in action. For the nineteen years that I lived with them, I never saw …
Written by Highest Kite My face as an escort is the same one I wear as a distant sister, a flunking student, a stubborn daughter, a woman on the bus on her way to a client, …
