She saw him last night Taunting his other in road rage Swerved his anger to the right Blocking the passage to a new page As ” other†jumped out his unconscious skin…
For over three weeks now, I have been racking my brain, unsure of what to write about, desperately hoping for a clear sign from the heavens on which direction this article should…
It started off slowly. In 2011, the United Nations endorsed that October 11 would be marked the International Day of the Girl Child. This October I saw, for the first time, my…
AF is once again thrilled that we’re growing and stretching our arms to West and Southern Africa. We welcome aboard three new feminist writers from The Gambia, South Africa and Kenya/Botswana. Their…
I grew up in south-west Uganda in a village called Kibona. I am a middle child so fighting to be heard and not ignored comes naturally to me. I have one sister…
My maternal grandmother climbed trees and refused to marry my grandfather. My grandmother’s daughter knew too much. She was the kind of woman most men aren’t comfortable with. These African women were…
” I have come to believe over and over again that what is important to me must be spoken, made verbal and shared even at the risk of having it bruised…
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…
This article was harder to write than I expected. Partly because it is my first piece for African Feminism, but mostly because this is a topic so dear and near to me.…
July 22nd started out as a happy, sunny morning in Nairobi. The ” All Sold Out†concert was all set to rock the house in a few hours. Koffi Olomide, his dynamite…