Women Who Kill #5: Ava’s Baby

Women Who Kill #5: Ava’s Baby

By Felly Oyuga Mummy, I’m feeling cold” Ava rushed to cover her child. It had been raining all afternoon and the pink blanket was not enough. She then tried to pull the plastic sheet over the cot. Her room had a leak in the ceiling. Ava lived in an old building that...
Women Who Kill #3: Born to Suffer

Women Who Kill #3: Born to Suffer

By Felly Oyuga Life had become unbearable. It was not always this way though. 16 months ago, Cherie thought she was blissfully married. They lived in a decent three bedroom house with her three children and her husband, Saul. Their three children, Anna 13, Anita 9 and...
Friends Of The Dead

Friends Of The Dead

By Felly Oyuga During my father’s funeral, the chief insisted on giving a short speech, but after he had had something to eat. So after eating, the chief came back to the gathering, tummy full and started his speech. He said that he was in school with my father. My...
Religion And The African Woman

Religion And The African Woman

By Felly Oyuga In my opinion, there is no greater hindrance to the growth and development of the African woman like religion.  Before you get excited or call me a heathen, let me make it clear that I have nothing against God.  It is the custodians of...