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 a dating app began with a jolt of excitement. This lingering tingle warmed my body with high expectations. I was invested in a space other than the physical, navigating through black text, a white background, and the prominent yellow interface of an app that …
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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 …
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, …