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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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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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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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 […]
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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 […]
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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 […]
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“Let your voices be heard”

By Charmain Carrol Given an opportunity to tell my story I will talk about where I’ve been and what I have done and the remarkable people I met along my journeys. This remains in my archived memories. It was an ardent path that any other youth might have gone through without much guidance and support from […]
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