I was eleven years old when I met my husband. He was thirty-seven years old, and I was going to be his third wife and the youngest he had ever selected for a wife. That made me proud. I had been raised for this—to be chosen to be a wife—and having it happen before my peers filled me with a sense of accomplishment. As far as I could remember, my mother and aunties would tell me that one day, my …
Tag: Adventures from the Bedrooms of African Women
Written by Sheila Kal Where is my sunlight? Viola Davis, Oprah + Viola: A Netflix Special Cry, childso the memory is soft The night lights across Tokyo both fascinate and separate me evenlyHow can a people collectively live so …
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 Idayat Jinadu It is said that when Adam and Eve ate from the forbidden tree, they were cursed. Eve’s curse was severe pain in childbearing, and Adam’s was endless toil in life. I think …
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 …
Follows from part one “What I want to do to you, Abby, is not just sex. I’m going to teach you how to please me. You’re going to suck my tits and my pussy and make …
Written by Miracle Okah What would society look like without rigid beauty standards? Without relentless policing of women’s bodies? Without people searching for flaws, even when there are none? Well, I know what it would look …
I’m an introvert. This means that I love to stay indoors, enjoy my own company a little too much, and so simply inviting me out is not enough. You need to convince me that it’s in …
Quick Recap Three women, Rosie, Mary, and Nana Adjoa, find out that they all share a common problem: a poor sex life because of their overly religious husbands. In the guise of helping Rosie, the youngest …
“Where would I go?” I asked, still staring at her. I wasn’t completely convinced that it wasn’t just some sick joke my husband had thought up to torture me some more, but this was the first …