What is Lesbian Now?

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By Kagure Mugo You try to tell her about Foucault and “theories of identity,”  but she asks if Foucault is your husband. Suddenly all those hours spent in a lecture hall doing gender courses seem powerless against the sheer titanium force that is the gates of her mind, a mind tempered by 80-plus years of […]
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In The Zone

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By Zamangwane Kanyile In the zone we dart around each other like toddlers whose legs are still learning to balance their weight We move around wide eyed wondering who will let out first. When the rain hits your skin melting you down with it You’ve become a lifeless leaf As it lands on the ground you […]
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Herstory

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By Sibongile Oageng K I was once told I’d never find a man to marry me. Apparently, I am too stubborn and feisty, too proud and opinionated or too loud and liberated. Initially, it didn’t bother me. I was like, “it’s fine, I don’t mind. I’m independent”. But then I started thinking about it and the […]
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Call For Submissions

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HOLAA wants submissions! We want to share the voices and ideas of African women! You can send: Diary entries Short stories Features and interviews Blog posts (including reblogs) Pictures Paintings Videos Articles and opinions pieces Recordings of poetry and other works (can be done easily on your phone) HOLAA! allows you to publish under any […]
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‘I am who I am’

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By Hejin “I am who I am.” The statement rang true, as she sang it in clear tones and shades. The audience merely stared, in awe of the girl that stood before them. The stage was her world; it was a place she had conquered, leading armies in a charge that would slay the hordes […]
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A Silent Cry

by Nthabiseng Ntshala It is home Well that’s what we should call it. How can I call it home if it’s as empty as our memories? We see nothing but empty souls reflecting I stare at the mirror I see a figure filled with nothing but air Air meaningless to breath That tells not my […]
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