Survivor’s Guilt and The burden of Remembering – Kwibuka31
I attended the Kwibuka31 and wished I had not gone.
How Much Does Your Ignorance Cost?
Please do not burst my bubble because with my head in the clouds, I can pretend not to know
of culture, religion, faith, race and all things divisive
Platters of fruits They sat around the tables as the Imam led the Dua for Iftar.
Dear Father: what is the cost of your love?
“My father called me” Khadijat blurted out as I picked her call “Which father? I was confused “Alhaji”
#iwd2025: tackling the shame & stigma of a single mother
“When I got pregnant, everything changed. Especially within my family. The disappointment was too heavy. I had gone from the
the single parent and the other gender child
Holding my son’s crotch in my hands, I gingerly tilted it allways as I
The Undignifying Circle of Life
21:53 My eyes are tired. They have been attempting to
watching out for my neighbour
It is 0351hours GMT on Wednesday 26/02/25. And I am standing by my North-facing window.
how Fela’s suffering and smiling defines the African woman
“See, immediately we leave, take that Oramorph so you can sleep easily” Jay sounded more African than British right now
Viewing life through the eyes of Mr Death
“It kills me sometimes how people die” says Death compassionately as he marches along
Join Mr Death as he narrates his side of the story through this Nazi German streets in WW2