Celebrating Africa Day.

Whenever I think about Africa, the first thing that comes to my mind is this poem by David Diop: Africa my Africa Africa of proud warriors in ancestral savannahs Africa of whom my grandmother sings On the banks of the distant river I have never known you But your blood flows in my veins Your … Continue reading Celebrating Africa Day.

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My mum, my friend.

"As a teenager, how am I supposed to approach my mum to ask for advice in a relaxed way, without cutting out part of the story and feeling scared that she'll overreact?" she asked. After the other women gave their answers, I got up and gave mine. "I would like to speak from the point … Continue reading My mum, my friend.

The Night Shift – a short story to celebrate the International Day of the Girl Child.

I mounted my motorcycle to make my way back home. My job was done for the day, or rather night. I longed to collapse upon my fluffy bed. The cool early morning breeze blew against my hair and caressed my cheeks. The clock had barely struck five. At the bus stop, I noticed her - … Continue reading The Night Shift – a short story to celebrate the International Day of the Girl Child.