I Am Not A Reptile

By Felly Oyuga Yesterday I shared life, hot blood gushed from my veins into tubes. They say the only way to avoid a wizard is to have cold blood. I can’t be what I am not. So you followed my scent. Hot blood scent. Happy. Lively. Optimistic. You laid a trap. You snared me like a chameleon to be used in a portion. I am not […]

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Frittata

  • by Teakisi
  • Sep 22, 2017
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By Claudine Niragire Le matin j’aime prendre un bon petit-déjeuner et en vraie fan d’oeufs, je dois toujours trouver un moyen d’en faire, même si c’est juste une simple omelette, et les fritattas sont mes favoris, bonnes pour un brunch ou même un déjeuner. Pour 4 à 6 personnes Ingrédients  5 gros oeufs 4 cuillères à soupe […]

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No Justification

You want to talk about modesty … all well and good. As far as I am concerned, we need more narratives around modesty. I am old-fashioned and also a Christian, so I am all for modesty. You want to talk about women learning to be civil … please go ahead. We have too many obnoxious […]

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Pan Grilled Pork Chops

  • by Teakisi
  • Sep 18, 2017
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By Pholosho Matondolo From time to time, I like to host random gatherings.  I’ll invite a friend or two for dinner or lunch. I do this especially when I want to try out a new recipe and get some honest feedback.  As a chef, I absolutely love these moments as they fuel my creativity.  For […]

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Je Sais D’où Je Viens

By Iris Ntore Je me retourne D’où je viens, il ne reste que ruine Où je vais est incertain J’aperçois au loin une majestueuse reine Elle me crie son nom Je ne peux m’empêcher de m’approcher d’elle Elle est là, si prêt, mais si irréelle Je ferme mes yeux Je sens mon cœur qui bat […]

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A letter to Baba Opembe

  • by Teakisi
  • Sep 13, 2017
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Dear Baba Opembe, I have wanted for so long to write to you a letter. To tell you how my new home is not home without you. But is home anything so physical? I think home is where you are. When you are with me, I feel at home and I am more true to […]

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I Learned To Fall Asleep In The Dark

By Amandla Karungi I do not remember when I started being so afraid. I am told that I was a brave child, up until four years old. My first memory of real fear begins from falling asleep at my great-grandfather’s burial, of waking up and there was no one there, only to hear singing and […]

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Reminiscent

By Eunice Aber I spent last Christmas with my grandparents. I always spend Christmas with my grandparents. I don’t remember the last time I didn’t. Oh! The last time I refused to go to the village for Christmas was about ten years ago. In the “prime of my adolescence”, when I thought I was too […]

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The African Man is Confused

  • by Ayandola Ayanleke
  • Sep 04, 2017
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I wrote about the tales of an African woman a while back and while many women agreed with me, some men accused me of just being another bitter feminist.  Such is life! While I do not agree that bitterness was the tone of that post, but simply me addressing the flawed society, I still understand […]

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