Written by Gbemi Trabaye Some memories never fade. January 2017, I was 18 years old – sitting in the backseat of a white Toyota as my parents drove me up the winding roads to what would become my new home, University. The car was very quiet, 5FM playing on the radio, and my father, in the most typical West African fashion, glanced partially over his shoulder whilst keeping focus on the road and said, “Ehhh…you know you look good, right? …
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I was excited about my new life. My mother and aunt had told me how enjoyable marriage was going to be and I was looking forward to it. It was nice to ride in a private …
Written by Gbemi Trabaye It was late in the evening, and I couldn’t have been older than seven – the show “Cheaters”, an American weekly syndicated television series was on, and for some reason – I …
Written by Tapsy Gomwalk Whether it was witchcraft, feminism, common sense, or a mixture of all, my journey became about healing and actualisation. On that path I’d once been too hopeless to tread on, on that …
Written by Tapsy Gomwalk By the time I heard the poem about being reborn as your mother’s mother, I’d already become a witch and started truly believing that it was my job to be the change …
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 …
Written by Mercy Williams “I always knew I was different, so I gathered small money and ran away from home. Coming from Onitcha to Lagos as a young adult without knowing anyone was scary. But even …
“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. …
Written by Mercy Williams Autism, ADHD, BPD and other disorders may look like the perfect ingredients for a messy, unfathomable word soup. Speaking about them often reveals the prevalent assumptions that people with disabilities and neurological …
Written by Leelee Benson Before now, celibacy was never an option. The thought of abstinence never crossed my mind—not even as an afterthought. Like an unconscious addict, desirability was my drug, seduction my tool, and sex …
Written by Mercy Williams I’ve been locked in a threesome for as long as I can remember—one between my body, my body dysmorphia and my inner consciousness. On screen and in literature, we’re often compelled to …