“Why is everyone afraid of you?” I asked again, drawing their attention. “You weren’t,” she hedged. “You kept bothering me until I gave in.” I laughed. “That is why I don’t understand. You have good energy.” Nafisa exchanged a glance with Rama, then walked to sit on the other chair, facing me. “Nhyira, the reason everyone is so afraid of me is because I’m what most people would call a witch. I have the power of sight—to an extent, the …
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I was dreading returning home for the New Year. Kwame and I had enjoyed an amazing Christmas alone on vacation, and it was now time to spend the new year with family. I had missed my …
When they were ready to leave, my mother patted the space on the bed next to her and invited me to come and sit closer. “How have the bedroom activities between you and your husband been?” …
Two months and two weeks after I became a wife, my mother and aunt came to visit. They gushed over the house, as I knew they would. My mother could hardly tear her eyes away from …
Read part 1 here I arrive at Bosphorous with six minutes to spare, but Adwoa and the rest are already there. The aroma of delicious food is making me hungry, and I’m grateful I already told …
Dede looked down at Louis, resting his head against her bosom. She ran gentle hands through his curls and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. As she looked at him, she was filled …
I was eleven years old when I met my husband. He was thirty-seven years old, and I was going to be his third wife and the youngest he had ever selected for a wife. That made …
The world must be coming to an end because I signed myself up for conversion therapy on purpose. And now that I’m here, I’m wondering what kind of madness possessed me to even consider it. Still …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni ‘That’s the reason she has not been speaking to me? I mean, I get it. That girl is gorgeous. She has a beautiful body. I stood no chance. But it …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni Sphe woke up that Monday feeling uneasy. If she could, she would skip everything else and head straight to school, but personal hygiene is a thing. She rushed through all …
Written by Nobuhle . N Nyoni “What are you sorry for, Dad? For barely taking the time out to get to know me as your daughter or for breaking Mom’s heart? I have tried to do …