Be, for the moment.

By Blazing Empress/ @BlazingEmpress/ Blazing Empress Facebook and Tumblr Guard your heart, but remember to let the occasional visitor spend a night or three. In the beginning of a relationship I am always inspired to write. But as we get to know each other and we become more comfortable saying things around each other, my mouth […]
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Mama Owami

By Untapped To the one that slipped away when my heart thought it had found a resting place. Its two weeks now since you walked away. 7 days away from Valentine. 15 days away from our 3 months anniversary. 20 days away from your birthday. Every hour, your countenance floats in my eyes, a smile […]
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Choosing Friends

By Mfalme I come from a country where being a lesbian could earn one life in prison. My girl friend and I have always been extra careful. We’ve never had the conversation about Public Displays of Affection (PDA) because for us, PDA is not an option. It’s an unwritten rule that we are not allowed […]
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Through the eyes of my woman

By Adebimbola Looking deep through the eyes of my woman I see drive, passion, power, strength, I see love, willingness to fight, fragility, secrets, and a burning desires, I see fear, push for security, hope, faith, weariness, confusion, and comfort. All this makes my woman a woman of substance, a woman with She is a […]
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Getting It Right: LGBT women and HIV/AIDS

By Tatenda Muranda Post-colonial Africa has become an exciting space for LGBT activism because of the vast possibilities for change. Within the African regional human rights system there is no explicit recognition of the right to non-discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation but this has not stopped African LGBT movements from making headway in […]
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After

By @SistaSeeker It was almost thirty minutes before she realized that she had been lying still for a while. She didn’t know how long. The stillness of the present contradicted the movement of the past so much it felt like time wrapping itself around itself. She stirred. She was not sleeping. She was just still. […]
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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 […]
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