HOLAA Loves: Proudly Malawian (Anthology of malawian queer women’s stories)

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By HOLAA ed A book full of the stories of Malawaian lesbian and gender non-conforming individuals. What could be better than that? The anthology has been described as: ‘a  ground-breaking collection brings together the life stories of eleven lesbian, bisexual and gender-nonconforming Malawians. Told in the contributors’ own words, these powerful narratives shed light on a […]
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Ruffled

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By ‘The Taken’ There’s a draught in the room. Then again everywhere is slightly draughty when all you have on is a robe. You know those cute ones that make you feel adorable and sexual. Like a sexy teddy bear, or…something. My mind isn’t working very well because I am completely overwhelmed by the feeling […]
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Bright glimpse

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By Nomaliqhwa/ @nomalili They changed my medication and I’m really happy about that because it’s important that I feel that my medication is helping. It is important that I place a certain amount of faith in my medication working. That it works out. So I feel good today. Really good. And I realise that the reason […]
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She keeps me warm

Love, Poetry, HOLAAfrica
By Atieno Sylvia Fingers interlocked with mine, Heart seemed to breathe out a sigh. I doubt I’d ever been this happy before. Few words spoken, But our hearts beat as one. I turn to look at the one I want to spend a lifetime with. My love. My life. *leave a comment on the post, […]
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Detour

Depression, African women stories, HOLAAfrica
By Nomaliqhwa/ @nomalili I’m here again in the space. A space I don’t want to be in and yet has somewhat become me. I’m depressed. Not the ‘I’m copping and I’m fine and I will be okay’ kind of depressed but more the ‘I hardly eat or sleep or talk and  I swear at my parents […]
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Seduction

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By Fran She asks me to stand up, stand right in front of her. She tells me to undo my pants and lower them. I hesitate. This is not what I signed up for. She asks me again as her eyes dance with childlike curiosity. I oblige. She watches me silently as I fiddle with […]
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