Written by Highest Kite I. I’m Addicted to Sadness When I left for the university library this morning, my text to you said it was to think and write. But really, it was to sink, give in and cry. I had a row with my folks again last night and barely slept afterwards. Who am I when I am neither a daughter nor sister? A woman? I doubt it. I believe the term comes with a wave of decisiveness: enroll …
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Par B. Armstrong Ma grand-mère m’a dit un jour que le seul garçon qui valait la peine de pleurer était un mort et que la meilleure façon d’oublier quelqu’un de vieux est d’en trouver un nouveau. …
Written by Precious-Uzoma Nwosu I hate that I love you,That your smile lights up the embers of my soul,That your laughter eases me of my day’s burden,And your gaze takes me to all nine planets and …
Written by By Irenosen Akharele Ivie woke up without a headache for the third day in a row and she knew she did not have her daughter to thank for it. She had almost started thinking …
Written by By Irenosen Akharele Eseohe tried her best not to creak her daughter’s front door as she stepped into the house with a faint smile on her face. She had decided to surprise both her …
Written by Ayanlowo Eniiyi I am a Lesbian. Of course I’ve loved a woman with soulful devotion only to have it end tragically in a month or two. Let’s start with a bit of honesty, shall …
Written by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko I came out to my mother last night. I was cracking under the pressure of carrying my grief alone, dealing with a breakup that was too heavy to bear. I sat on …
Written by Audrey Obuobisa-Darko When I was in high school – a highly acclaimed all-girls school in Ghana that will not be named, although I very badly want you to guess the name, and if you …
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, …
“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, …
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 …