You shouldn’t talk about Marriage if you haven’t learnt how to Love

It is not a lack of Love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages” – Friedrich Nietzsche The institution of Marriage has always been a continuous string that many people look forward to. Although the state of being married entails a voluntarily attachment for life, it’s however ironic that the bliss of some…

What then is Love?

Love by Simon Siwak, 2012. Digital artwork “We accept the love we think we deserve.” ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower Please don’t ask me what love is because I don’t know. I don’t want to say things that would make me or probably you angry. All I know is love makes…

The need to unchain African women

        “No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow. ” – Alice Walker I just finished reading a novel Nervous Condition by Tsitsi Dangarembga, a Zimbabwean author, and I don’t know if ‘m sad,angry or indifferent. I think it’s all mixed up. I am angry at each one…

Dear women, you owe no dumb man an Apology

“Hand off my ass or I’ll rip off your balls.” ― Katie McGarry, Dare You To “Most women are all too familiar with men like Calvin Smith. Men whose sense of prerogative renders them deaf when women say, “No thanks,” “Not interested,” or even “Fuck off, creep.” ― Jon Krakauer, Missoula: Rape and the Justice…

When some Educated African Men become dumb

“I believe in strong women. I believe in the woman who is able to stand up for herself. I believe in the woman who doesn’t need to hide behind her husband’s back. I believe that if you have problems, as a woman you deal with them, you don’t play victim, you don’t make yourself look…

What we keep in the Dark

Artwork: Kiss of Death (It can be found in the Poblenou Cemetery in Barcelona, Spain) “Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.” ― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems I often wonder why people commit suicide when the thought of death is something…

When religion fails you

So young and naive was I when mother would drag my little body to the house of God, sometimes I would cry till my nose ran through endless catarrh. She would ask, “My dear child why have you decided to forsake God? Mother I haven’t forsaken him, the heart that dwells in me longs for…