My first mistake was locking eyes with you in a roomful of people who hated each other. We were on opposite sides of the battle, and finding someone who looked as bored as I was by the whole ridiculous rivalry startled me, but after we locked eyes, you didn’t look away, and neither did I. For a whole minute, we stared at each other while arguments erupted around us, not looking away from each other. Neither of us smiled; there …
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Written by: Mariam Seme My sister got married at 19. At the time, she believed it was what she wanted, but now, at 24, she is divorced with a 3-year-old son and starting over from scratch. …
Written by Idayat Jinadu “Say it again.”“I love you.”“Say it again.”Sigh. “I love you.”“You hesitated; you don’t love me.”“No, Mosebolatan, I didn’t hesitate. I love you, okay? Very much.” A kiss on the forehead. “If your …
I try to suppress my emotions as I drive through the quiet suburban neighbourhood, stifling my growing nerves with each metre I cover. The closer I get to the unknown, the more my nerves intensify. Will …
Age is just a number — or is it? Relationship age gaps in African society have always been accepted — when it’s an older man and younger woman dynamic. We see parents urging their daughters to …
Written by Tade I have always ached to be just one man’s slut— to embrace my sexual power and be his Adderall. That day came hard! Juiciness Attracts a Bumblebee The quest for Mr. Perfect on …
Korkor folded the last of her friend’s clothes with mixed feelings and zipped the suitcase. Dzifa had been a beautiful bride, and the wedding had been so lovely and emotional, but she couldn’t help but have …
Written by Karen Muthoni I saw you. You were there with me, not her.Me.We danced naked, And cooked Chinese, And kissed French. Heard you call it cliché now. I could hear you. Your voice; that raspy delicate tone …
Aria tried to slam the door behind her, but Dave stuck his foot in its path and followed her into the room. “Dave, please leave me alone,” she told him, leaving the living room to her …
Written by Highest Kite I. I’m Addicted to Sadness When I left for the university library this morning, my text to you said it was to think and write. But really, it was to sink, give …
To the one who first showed me love, I’m sorry. I remember the late-night calls filled with hours of conversation, and the way you always made me laugh.I remember how you helped me to open up,and …