Pap Smear, Oh Dear!

By Nadine/ @oldladypants Very few things embarrass me. In fact the last time I was embarrassed was when I was 19 and at my uncle’s 60th birthday I decided to go and see if my friends were there to pick me up.The prayers were happening and as I sauntered out on my club heels, I slipped […]
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Warriors

By Thato Chuma There are women Who have let truth fill their mouths like sunrise Women Who have built homes in broken wombs To mend what is lost They are daughters Of storms Of the burning wind Of a healing they have kept under their skirts Under their tongues These are women Who have danced to […]
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When I Grow Up

By Thando Fuze / @Thando_Fuze When I grow up I want to be…me. Soul shaken, dancing to Sunday afternoon jazz, pride screaming in the dark corners of my strength yelling to get out with love, the size of a colour spectrum seeping through my childhood scars. When I grow up, Stars will be my lucky charms. […]
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Everyone has scars

By zyre TW: description of self-injury, sexual assault, medical abuse, homophobia and abuse. Everyone has scars. Hypertrophic, keloid, faint and faded or raised and loud. Every scar writes a tactile story of a specific yesterday. I have spent over half my life creating my own tactile stories with sharp implements, and I read my life […]
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The Last Call

By Mapula S. Lehong Its repetition, repetition of the same song The loud gong of words gone wrong Echoes of pain in that last call.   I love you, I love you…I hate that I love you… I hate that I keep calling   While thoughts juggle anger and frustration Our words bloody like the chaos […]
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White

*Trigger Warning: Drugs, death substance abuse.* By Nthabiseng Ntshala We met, spoke, laughed and fell in love. We learnt, accepted each other and even got addicted to each other. We took each other’s bad habits and made them our own, individually. I forgot my values and my beliefs. Her presence in my life mattered so […]
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Dykes and babes

By Kechi Nomu Gay was an obscure word until my first year in the University. I mean, in secondary school, I knew that girls did things to themselves in the dark in their hostels; my best girlfriend had written a long amused letter from her boarding school in Oyo State to tell me all about […]
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