Written by Chidinma Mercy Intimacy is often regarded as an act of physical closeness, yet for women, it is often linked with a complex web of emotional expectations. Cultural norms and societal pressures have historically pointed …
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Written by Balogun Iretomiwa Arsela stood naked in front of the full-length mirror and took a good look at herself. She couldn’t believe what she saw; it seemed so surreal, impossible. Suddenly, an arm came from …
Written by Ayanlowo Eniiyi There’s scarcely a lesbian that hasn’t heard some variation of the tired old “you are not a real lesbian if you use a strap-on” argument. And honestly, what’s all the fuss about? …
Adventures From The Bedrooms of African Women is pleased to announce that applications are now open for the 2025 Adventures Creators Program under the theme: “My Feminism Is_.” The Adventures Creators Program seeks to amplify feminist …
You see the bowl in front of you, a beautiful masterpiece of understated colour. There’s the reddish-orange hue of the pawpaw, the yellow of the mango and the suggestive cream of the banana. The fruits are …
Written by Winifred Òdúnóku 1 You’re supposed to be doing an assignment on your laptop, but your mind is far away. Sitting across from you is Fela, a fellow student who shares the same sleeping space—one …
Praise and worship was Rosie’s favourite part of church service. It was the only time she fully applied herself, and her joy during praise was one of the first things that had attracted her to Kofi. …
“I think he is suspicious,” Rosie whispered to the other ladies after the Reverend left. “Who? Reverend Akrong?” Mary asked, staring after him. “Yeah. I don’t think I was able to hide my dislike early enough, …
Written By Nyambura “It feels like tears falling from my eyes,” he tells me when he is pulling out. As I absorb those words, I keep looking at him. He has wonderful eyes. They are a …
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 …