From the day we leave our mothers breasts we learn that our lives are unimportant, that we are born to serve those who matter. We are nothing more than accessories who cannot think, who must be guarded and chosen. We learn that we are unsafe outside and the dangers in our homes are worn on … Continue reading OUR HOMES ARE BATTLEFIELDS
I couldn't have been that much older when I found out the married women around me were dishonest. It was either this or they were hateful, jealous and desperate to have me fall into their predicament. It didn't make sense that even as terrible as marriage had been to them their reaction to my lack … Continue reading ARE THE MARRIED WOMEN AROUND ME DISHONEST OR HATEFUL?
There are conversations we must not have. Conversations about women and sex. We like to go on pretending women don't like sex, that they are losers when they have sex. The idea that women look for sex from many partners just as men do and that they don't always have sex with men they are … Continue reading THE SEX THAT’S MISSING IN OUR CONVERSATIONS
I had my first dance with the dark when I was around ten, this year I turn twenty. That makes a decade, half my life lived with depression, a taboo in my society, a synonym for laziness. A mythical, white people disease that I would have never known had it not been for the internet … Continue reading WHERE POOR MENTAL HEALTH MEETS POVERTY
I had never been interested in super hero movies or whatever they are called until information on Black Panther dropped. Especially the part about African actors and actresses forming part of the cast not as extras but as the main characters. As if that wasnt enough I found out that Wakanda was based on a … Continue reading BLACK PANTHER, A REVIEW?
Today like most days I feel everything and nothing. My mind is wandering and I've come across so many dusty files that have been lost for a while and when I peruse them I don't feel the same things I did then. I'm slowly adjusting to my oppressed state and everything I have resisted for … Continue reading AT THE CROSSROADS
I don't expect my hair to flow in waves and when I look in the mirror I don't jump at the sight of these coils creeping upwards, defying gravity. In fact I'm not aware of the hair springing from my scalp reaching out for the sun but I feel your stares laden with judgement and … Continue reading OF HAIR ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD
Anthills of the Savannah - Chinua Achebe Chinua Achebe is viewed as one of Africa's greatest and I was expecting nothing short of amazing from him. From the very first chapter I found myself entranced by his manner of writing and his use of language. As an African I felt like I was reading a … Continue reading JANUARY WITH PURPLE HIBISCUS AND ANTHILLS OF THE SAVANNAH: REVIEWS
Let there be and there is Sagged breasts and tired legs Bloodied thighs and arched backs Purples and blues that run nude A woman to carry the brood. It's at the meeting of her thighs that her voice is kept Meant to be opened when the sun has left Woman who the earth has cursed … Continue reading WOMAN IS A CURSE
I remember that dawn like I do the days with clear blue skies. This is nothing that requires deep analysis to understand and if you let me speak and promise you won't tell then I will jump into it. See I don't understand my obsession with nudity, vulnerability in the face of inescapable doom. The … Continue reading STORIES I HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL