Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 4 Friday after school, Ropa arrived at Sphe’s house with her mother. Their mothers talked in the lounge over some wine for over an hour. Sphe was surprised her mother was …
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ABENA I want him so much, but he doesn’t seem to know that I exist. Well, he does know that I exist because he works for my Dad, but he doesn’t see me beyond being his …
Written by Idayat Jinadu Adejare whispered to Oribamise as she lay on his mattress beside him, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” She wasn’t looking at him; her gaze was fixed on the …
Written by Miracle Okah Back in the day, sex wasn’t just a mere three-letter word for women. It was a whispered word, a word spoken in hushed tones, most times with a hand half-covering the mouth. …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 3 “Hi Sphe, how are you today?” Dr. T asked. “I am angry. Remember the part in my letter when I said I wasn’t sure of how much my father loved …
Written by Idayat Jinadu My feminism began during my first degree in Peace and Conflict Studies. I was 16 and fresh out of secondary school. I had my first phone, a Blackberry Q10, which I only …
“Cela m’a vraiment manqué” (I have missed this so much), Jean whispered against my lips when he broke off the kiss. “I have missed watching you come apart in my arms.” His gaze was intent as …
Written by Miracle Okah It was the year 1996. General Sani Abacha, the military head of state, ruled with a heavy military grip in Nigeria. In one small corner of that tense world, my mother had …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 2 “Okay, maybe she doesn’t hate me for running away on Saturday. Or she wants to break up with me before we get to school? Oh boy.” She strolled towards her …
Written by Nobuhle Nyoni PART 1 Siphesihle didn’t know what to do or say. Ropa anxiously sat beside her friend, wondering if she had just ruined their relationship. “Do you mind if I go home?” Sphe …