I jumped out of bed with wetness between my thighs, headed to my bathroom with tears streaming down my eyes, locked the door and looked into my mirror. ‘You are beautiful!’ my note of daily affirmations hung on my mirror seem to tell me, except this time it sounded like a mockery as I only just noticed it’s almost falling off, the glue was giving way.
I stood there acting like I had no part in what just happened to him. The great Tejiri, the census counter of females, first of his name and scorer of women, had been reduced to an infant, shivering and crying for his mummy.
Being a woman and one from an African decent is priceless. African women are game changers, fighters and we share a bond and a sisterhood of struggle and pain.
Going to yaba market has been an extreme sport since I was 14 years old, going to the market with my mother. The assault, disrespect and harassment to mention but a few are some of the things women of all ages have endured for years anytime they visit the market.
This movie, #lionheart has indeed captured my heart (no pun intended). Having seen the previous works of Genevieve, I did not expect anything less. The world is experiencing a paradigm shift,hence, the need for a more diverse way of telling our stories. Lion heart eliminated a-lot of stereotypes you see in Nollywood movies that form … Continue reading Lion Heart The Movie
This is a safe space We looked forward to writing the Joint Admission and Matriculation Board exams, and we had every reason to be jittery — it was going to tell whether we would be offered admission. The thoughts of going out of school to write our exams with other participants from neighboring schools brought about some sort … Continue reading A DAY IS NOT ENOUGH!
I got the news of my Mma’s passing on my visiting day. I stood still for the longest time I’ve ever had to and stared blankly into the sky (I still do, very often in October), till this day I never shed a tear.Clinically my Mma died of breast cancer but to me, she was murdered.