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Features, Reviews, Submission 2018/06/27

Megan Ross’ Milk Fever: An Intimate Meditation on Motherhood and the Female Body | Mapule Mohulatsi

“Nobody will ever get my milk no more except my own children. I never had to give it to nobody else—and the one time I did it was took from me—they held me down and took it. Milk that belonged to my baby . . . . I know what it is to be without […]

The Story of My Vagina | By Amarachi Mbagwu Chilaka | A Story

There were things my mother never taught me, and the vagina was one of them. Growing up, I had little or no awareness about it, where exactly it was “down there,” and why I even had it. The first time I ever heard about the vagina, I was in college. A female teacher had come […]

6 Errant Thoughts On Being a Refugee | by Sarah Lubala | African Poetry

1 on the worst of my days this body is a gimcrack-vessel no more than two lungs and a tremor nailed to salvaged wood 2 grief traveled with me across the Ubangi river i prayed love and all her cognates on the passage over: libet (to please) lips (to be needed) lyp (to beg) i […]

I am a Feminist, Not Mere Ash | By Letlhogonolo Swaratlhe | African Poetry

“…you had the kind of hands that moulds women into sad plots…” Some households ask that you leave your shoes at the front door before you enter, My friend’s cousin asked that I do the same with my feminism. Did he not know that my knees no longer knew how to bow down to […]

A Truth Best Told | By Priyam | Poetry

…you are going to change the world…and it shall not be owing to the beauty of your face, or of your body, but to the words that your intellect conjures out of vacuity. *** What do you do when the one person in the whole world that is supposed to tell you that you are beautiful doesn’t […]

A Long Way From Home | by Joy Isi Bewaji | An African Story

She took a walk straight down the road into the past. In 1985 a girl with a large afro and a matching smile in the garage making lunch for Leenah, Peenar and Chinaar, a mash of sand and water and stones in empty Bournvita tins cooked, and in their beaten-up lids served. Motherhood was supreme, […]

Run, Heart, Run | by Efemia Chela | African Poetry

I exercise this muscle in my chest with bad love, fake affection. Run it through a gamut of men, women real or not. willing or not. My vulva weeps, at the thought of you your pistachio pussy, pried open — rosey, tinged olive, rich. Our bones roll over each other; click, clap applause. Thick-necked men […]

Black Seas and White Whales | by William Ifeanyi Moore | An African Story

They say black is not a color; it is the absence of light. I ask… What is the color of stars, in the absence of night? As a child, often I would sit by my mother’s feet as she pounded yams, sweat dripping from her forehead, a smile parting lips. At this time my […]