Written by By Irenosen Akharele It had been three days and Eseohe was getting comfortable having Mali around. She went to pick a few clothes from the house and let her daughter know that she wasn’t …
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Written by By Irenosen Akharele “Jesus! He was married?” Mali’s eyes were the size of saucers and Eseohe had to hold in a laugh. She nodded and the girl heaved a sigh. “Men are so useless.” …
Written by By Irenosen Akharele Eseohe tried her best not to creak her daughter’s front door as she stepped into the house with a faint smile on her face. She had decided to surprise both her …
The third time I saw her was at the stream. She was wearing shorts that stopped two inches from her knees, and a sleeveless top that looked more comfortable in the heat than the long skirt …
The first time I saw her was in church. I had just elbowed my sister Mansa awake for the fourth time from her usual dozing during church service. I would have left her to sleep, but …
As I approached the backyard, I was assailed by a bout of rebellion. I was a grown-ass woman for goodness sake. I was a woman of twenty-six years who had a right to a sexual life. …
“Mom, I’m sorry! It was a mis- “ “Don’t listen to your mother, Dee. She’s just jealous,” Dad’s voice came over the phone. I took the phone off my ear to stare at it in confusion. …
“What the fuck, Dee? It is not even 7 am. Why would you wake me up? You know I was up late writing,” my best friend Gina cried in sleepy irritation after she picked up my …
par Audrey Obuobisa-Darko Maman m’a dit un jour que mon vagin était une plaie ouverte. Je ne veux pas porter sur mon corps une chose qui saigne et qui pourrit. Alors, aujourd’hui, je célèbre mon dix-septième …
Written by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko “How could a whole God be a girl, something as lowly as a woman?” Keeba drops her makeup brush and turns to look at me, her face a canvas of orange eye …