PART 1 “I hate my mother.” The woman sitting on the beige antique chair across from me doesn’t show any reaction to my unusual announcement. She is a pretty woman in her late thirties, about 5ft9, and slim. Her afro hair is coiffed on top of her head, and the champagne suit dress she is wearing matches the soft-themed decor in the small room. “I hate my mother,” I repeat, meeting her gaze and hoping to get a reaction this …
Tag: African mothers
One of the reasons we all connect so well on this space is because as African women, we have shared or similar experiences with our bodies. Of course there are those lucky anomalies out there who …
(I’m so sorry this is late guys. Me and Abby had …issues and then I found I couldn’t log on! I hope you enjoy it and sorry again.) *** “Hey girlfriend!” “Hey, Jackie,” I said without …