Why my story/her story matters in Africa
By Athambile Masola, South Africa: Growing up I often heard my mother say the words “ukuza kukaNxele”. She would say this in relation to something that might never happen, the
If they come for me in the morning…
By Marius Redelinghuys, South Africa: I don't know how to introduce myself anymore. I don't know which hat to wear in public, or in identifying myself. Last week Friday,
Paper and Ink: Femme Aimee (44)
By Emmeline Bisiikwa, Uganda: It's getting ridiculous how often I fall asleep when we cuddle on the couch to watch a movie. I literally push him into making special plans for
Confessions of a Social Pariah: 10 Minutes at the Corner
By Spliph, South Africa: I sat on the corner bench this other afternoon and just literally watched the world go by. Faces glowing with glee, others more fixed to an expression far
The Apprentice: Courage To Live
By Kizzy Katawonga, Uganda: Last week was a difficult one for me. I laid my cousin who I grew up with to rest. She died from cancer. Growing up together under the same roof, havi
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