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,…
I found this poemthing I wrote about Mother's Day in my journal from about 2 or 3 years ago. I hadn't officially had "the talk" with my mother, and though she already knew I was dating women, she seemed determined to avoid talking about it. So, instead, we talked about…
The existence of LGBT Africans ultimately challenges the view that Africans are naturally attracted to people of the opposite sex (i.e. the Homosexuality is UnAfrican mantra). However, this pigeon-holes the entire continent — straight and LGBT Africans alike — into addressing homophobia from just one angle: sexual orientation. The danger…
As the strapless lilac dress found its awkward place on my body, the delicate layer of my personal confidence dropped mercilessly to the floor.. When my father said I looked "pretty," I immediately went on a dramatic tirade (more dramatic than usual) to assert that this wasn't who I was.…
Today, as I await the news of Nigeria's latest anti-LGBT bill, I feel like an abandoned child who belongs nowhere -- it has nothing to do with not having a place to eat Turkey.