I didn't sign into Facebook that morning. I knew what I'd see; a timeline of status updates and cropped purple photos for Spirit Day; a timely performance of empathy. I knew, too, that my Facebook feed, practically segmented into Lists, including one for "Nigerian", "College" and "Queer" would vary in…
An articled called, "An End to Self Care" was recently published, in which an activist proposed bringing an end to all the individualism behind "self-care" and, instead, called for sustainable community care. His piece (and some of its praise) reminded me why I've made it a point to stay away…
I have witnessed the daily grind of empowerment of black South African lesbians, watched them sink and wade through the cultural stigma that surrounds them like a mist, clouding the world’s perception of their lives as ordinarily human. Thus, I have come to re-affirm my belief that we must also…
Second post for my Love and Afrofeminism series for BITCH Magazine: "That my girl could mindlessly shimmy onto a dance floor even as a gay woman and enjoy the simple pleasure of a dance, go out with her straight friends to bars and not be stared at or called names,…
Love Is My Revolution: A few weeks ago, I shared a short photo essay about my best friend, ChiChi. We'd been estranged for four years due to my sexuality and her Christian faith. Recently, we reunited to find our friendship changed for the better. Given the ongoing battle between religion…