Written by By Precious Ologunwa I was twelve — still a child, but already carrying a body the world believed belonged to someone older. My breasts began to grow rapidly, far faster than anything I was prepared for. While most girls my age were still flat-chested or just beginning to develop, mine felt like they had grown overnight—big, noticeable, and four times the size they were “supposed” to be. My body was racing ahead of me, and before I could …
Written by Wolverine Her: Lips warm, soft, pliant against mine. His tongue invades my mouth. I’m on my tippy toes, head tilted up, my arms on his broad shoulders. Him: As our tongues dance, I can …
Written by Wolverine Once upon a time I was young & carefree,Naive and in love.I lacked for nothing.I had my twin babies planned.I had wanted a ring with an emerald flower centerpiece.I wanted a gown, in …
Written by Nyambura “I, staring up, the light did spy And to my God, my heart did cry To strengthen me, in my distress And not leave me succorless” –From ‘Here Follows Some Verses upon Burning …
Your phone says it is 4am. You smell something sweet in your dream. Rolling over half asleep, you dream speak to your partner. ‘That’s bread’. Yes, it is a bakery. The singular notes of vanilla, nutmeg, …
by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko When I began watching The Ultimatum: Queer Love, I thought, “Giving your partner an ultimatum for marriage is such an extreme move. If you have to get to this stage, might it not …
“Can I get your back?” They ask. You gleefully oblige, handing them the jar of shea butter. Kissing your neck, they warm the butter between their palms and when they settle those palms on your back, …
I love sex. I love the feel of another person’s body close to me, touching me, caressing me, and arousing me. I love the promise of a climax that begins with a heated look and ends …
Written by: Nyambura I have this memory of us. I am seated along the beach in Shela Island, Lamu, resting my face on my knees, my hands wrapped around my legs, and my toes pressing the …
by Aisha Mohammed The first time you sat naked on my couch I pictured the moment you would let me have you. You just got back from some guy’s house and complained that the room was …
by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko A faint wisp of smoke escapes the corners of my lips, a heavenly marriage of scents between peppermint, dried rose petals, and cannabis. My eyes are red, but it’s not from the weed. …
