Finding feminism through liberatory masculinities a.k.a “nice guys”

At 15 I lived in my imagination with my body as an uncooperative hostage. Still, I internalised the guidelines of female conduct as I stumbled and fell awkwardly in my first pair of high heels headed to my first co-ed party. On my way out as I was falling all over myself, my dad said:…


Being an African feminist is risky

Being a feminist is, I imagine, a lot like being pregnant: people feel an overwhelming urge to give you unsolicited advice.