When I Grow Up

By Thando Fuze / @Thando_Fuze When I grow up I want to be…me. Soul shaken, dancing to Sunday afternoon jazz, pride screaming in the dark corners of my strength yelling to get out with love, the size of a colour spectrum seeping through my childhood scars. When I grow up, Stars will be my lucky charms. […]
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Execute isitabane

By Gabisile Mthembu The life of a butch woman is full of hate, Her life executed in a blink of eye, Sent into a shadow of sorrow, Humanity no longer exists. Heartless women celebrate the death of another woman “azifevelelezitabane ” No mercy. I fear the cold hearts of homophobic women. Celebrating the struggles of […]
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Everyone has scars

By zyre TW: description of self-injury, sexual assault, medical abuse, homophobia and abuse. Everyone has scars. Hypertrophic, keloid, faint and faded or raised and loud. Every scar writes a tactile story of a specific yesterday. I have spent over half my life creating my own tactile stories with sharp implements, and I read my life […]
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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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