Written by Fancy Goodman Mama never told me what the thing was. All I knew was that after people got married, they had children. When I was eight I asked her, “Mama, where do babies come …
Category: Fiction
I’d been in the field working for days and I was craving a long hot bath in a bathroom that didn’t feel so strange. I missed my bed and the safety of my own walls while …
I am on my 2nd glass of infused juice and I am feeling really good. It’s just the right amount to make me feel quite happily relaxed but still well in control. I am next to …
Bilay took off her pants and left them rolled up. Normally, seeing that would have irritated Charlie but her eyes were otherwise occupied. “You like it?” asked Bilay, swaying sensuously. Charlie said nothing, just stared. Bilay’s …
Whether we’ve copulated, intertwined, fucked or quite colloquially rolled in the sack, no matter the number of times, the act and its frequency simply do not translate into an automatic go-ahead to whoever whenever they want… …
Nobody likes Biology practicals. The lab is dark and airless, and instead of microscopes and Petri dishes, we have only decomposing carcasses of dissected frogs and lizards spread across the tables. The whole room smells like …
I hope by now you have all planned to be at the ‘Adventures’ session taking place at PaGya this Saturday. Boakyewaa Glover is one of the 3 amazing writers who I’ll be in conversation with on the …
What would sex be like if we were never taught that our bodies are dirty and sinful? What would it be like to make love if you believed my body was pure and full of light, …
I wish I could say I noticed him the minute I saw him, but that would be a lie. I’m often a dumbass, head stuck in the clouds of my career and life and money, money, …
It was late when he first messaged me online. I was drunk and horny, and his tweets were clever. A girl can only take so much. He was funny in the messages too. Not hilarious, but …