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To back up or prove a fact, especially one that is likely to be challenged, we turn to statistics. We say “according to statistics”, cite numbers, and reference reports to show the extent of a problem, and that alone, in many cases, is enough to make people take it seriously. But what happens when there is little or no data to support a fact, not because it is not true but because the people affected and the violence they face …
Written by Anluma Ocran The nature of my present job requires me to visit homestays and familiarise myself with each host family with whom our exchange participants will be staying during their visits to Ghana. Although …
Written by Tapsy Gomwalk Whether it was witchcraft, feminism, common sense, or a mixture of all, my journey became about healing and actualisation. On that path I’d once been too hopeless to tread on, on that …
Written by Tapsy Gomwalk By the time I heard the poem about being reborn as your mother’s mother, I’d already become a witch and started truly believing that it was my job to be the change …
Written by Mercy Williams “I always knew I was different, so I gathered small money and ran away from home. Coming from Onitcha to Lagos as a young adult without knowing anyone was scary. But even …
Written by Mercy Williams Autism, ADHD, BPD and other disorders may look like the perfect ingredients for a messy, unfathomable word soup. Speaking about them often reveals the prevalent assumptions that people with disabilities and neurological …
Written by Leelee Benson Before now, celibacy was never an option. The thought of abstinence never crossed my mind—not even as an afterthought. Like an unconscious addict, desirability was my drug, seduction my tool, and sex …
Written by Sheila Kal A man who in urgency asks, ‘Babe, teach me how to rub your clit.’ A man who, at the supermarket, makes faces at kids who tells jaba stories to his nieces and …
Written by Sheila Kal Sing Say your name. Say your name Say your name. Say your name Baby, say your name. Say your own name Oh mimi sitajisahau (I will not forget myself)Sitajisahau. Juu tu ya dunia… ( I will not forget …
Written by Sheila Kal Where is my sunlight? Viola Davis, Oprah + Viola: A Netflix Special Cry, childso the memory is soft The night lights across Tokyo both fascinate and separate me evenlyHow can a people collectively live so …
Written by Mercy Williams The Passport was pressed and printed into existence alongside its brothers in a small, clustered photography studio in the Kainji Military Barracks. Niger State was a cold place. So cold that the …
