I am calling it by its name I know this is weird Awkward Irk . . . It sucks to see those bloodstains And calling it “period” Is too polite It makes it lack the essence of its true meaning During menstruation I go through hell When I am back It feels […]
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Our books lied to us. It made us unaware, uneducated, similar, inhumane, and unsympathetic. These adjectives describe how I feel about my secondary school biology class. Biology only taught me about two sexes: Male and Female; who possess unique chromosomes – XX (Females) and XY (Males). It, however, failed to educate me on individuals who
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In December 2016, I was one of The Platform (Nigeria)’s Young Professional Bootcamp (YBP) cohorts. During one of our sessions, a Human Resource expert said something that I held with me until date. He stated that it is unnecessary to add our families as connections on social media platforms. He went further to note that
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I am not here to interrogate anyone, neither do I want to make anyone feel guilty about not being married or ready for marriage. I am only here to voice out my observations and assumptions. Really, it is not more than this. I make this an assumption because my observation might not be generalizable. I
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How come we are who we are? Why is our nuclear family our first space of social learning? Our Father, mother, and siblings. ————- My understanding of breaking the glass ceiling as a young girl was limited by my home I could remember that as a child, My father told me, “for a woman to
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Dear Brothers, When Blessing tells you as a male colleague that this idea cannot be used in the way you have proposed, you often reply by saying, “the feminist is here.” If she tells you she desires to pursue her career to the very end, by taking up a PH. D, the regular reply will
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He hit me He hit me again today The first time it happened He said I provoked him It was only one slap So I forgave him The second time, he’d had a bad day and I asked a stupid question “Why did you come home late?” I always do that he once told me…
Woman, I see her grow, I see her becoming a woman, I see her becoming a help, I see her becoming the kitchen directress. I see her becoming a mother, I see her bringing forth more lives,
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After nine months, I gave birth to you my precious jewel, You were my morning and my night, You were like the star that shineth in darkness, The moon that chased away all my darkness, I brought you to the world in pain, I believed bearing you would erased my sorrows,
