Love??

By Flaverinas I am 31 years old and it has been difficult for me as a transgender woman to find true love in family, with my friends and within my community. Wherever I’m going I fell obsessed about love! I wonder sometimes, “Is it because of who I am?” No! It seems like everyone is […]
Read More

Being a sex worker means we are at war.

By B What does being a sex worker mean in Zimbabwe? It means you are always in trouble with the police, you always have to run away when you see them. This is very painful because the police are meant to be protecting us , but they call us names , sometimes names which are not nice like ‘ uriwure’ or sifebe. Being a […]
Read More

Life of a Transgender Sex worker

By Anon At over six-foot tall, with heels, and a body to rival any Hollywood starlet, Leigh cuts an impressive figure. Her jet-black hair and thick eyeliner give her an almost brooding and feline quality. She looks directly at you with a friendly smile and moves with finesse.  Leigh is a trans* woman, meaning she was […]
Read More

Hidden Love

By Priscilla   My name is Priscilla. I grew up in a small town called Elliotdale. In Elliotdale people lived off farming and the cultivation of livestock. Everybody had their own way of making sure that they got the best mielies, pumpkins, peas, onions and other vegetables. The people there would prepare samp (isingqusho) and […]
Read More

The Price of Love

by Ayanda If love was money how would you spend it? If love was a jewel which one would it be? If love was fashion how would you design it? If love was a gender what identity would we give it? If love was a beverage which one would quench one’s thirst? If love was […]
Read More


Mother- she was my valentine!

By Busi   The 14th of February is a day when everyone – even single people, remember. So everyone remembers that they love someone or they are loved by someone; all kinds of love are celebrated and remembered. It is a day covered in sickeningly sticky, googey sweet love. Some have adapted the day and we remember there […]
Read More


Immaterial Treasure

By Zuzu My brand is not BLACK My trademark isn’t LESBIAN You will not find me on the shelves priced at 99 BLACK rands and 99 LESBIAN cents My elegance is not found on aisle figure “femme” neither flowing onto aisle figure “butch” My barcode will not scan unnatural My identity is not manufactured on […]
Read More

I feel you when I pee

  By Lara Gemini Poet I feel you when I pee Your fingerprints conjure themselves in my juices finding melody in between my wetness a whispered story I can only narrate in gasps and moans covered in a dozen yearns for you to dig me deeper even further your touch makes my skin shiver a […]
Read More