“I miss you.” “I miss you more.” “I miss you even more.” “I miss you most, Sweetheart.” I listen to my friend Adwoa’s conversation with her boyfriend with a little envy as I braid her hair. Her call volume is just loud enough for me to hear his voice, and it occurs to me that my Kwame’s voice would sound something like this, just a little deeper, if he were inclined to be this sappy. I try to tune out …
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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 …
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 …