Does Love Hurt?

Tonight, i lay reminiscing on my bed, wondering about the things that was, couldn't be, should have been...

Feminism and the African Woman

"Mama?" She croaked slowly over the phone. "Ezim? Ezi momi? Ezinne ogini? Why is your voice like this? Inokwa ofuma? Are you alright?" This voice was older and filled with worry. She imagined her mother sitting on the wooden recliner chair with the one missing leg- one of the useless things she inherited after Papa's … Continue reading Feminism and the African Woman