Life Lessons from Seasons of Grief

The path to recovery after loss is certainly not the same for all of us. I have learnt a few things (mostly the hard way). Though saying that I expect anyone to find my experience exactly compatible with their situation would be a bad lie, if there is even a slight possibility that my experience about death, loss, and grief may be helpful to another living soul, here goes.

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I Played Myself

By Grace Ancillar For the longest time especially in those moments when my mother would shove me to bed in the middle of the coolest TV drama series of our time I would look back at her and scream “ Kana ndakura ndenge ndakurara pandoda (when I grow up I will sleep when I want) […]

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Death – Musings

By Felly Oyuga They say life and death go together. I have always been fascinated by the dead, but not by the process of dying. That part scares me. The last breath. What does it feel like? Do you know you are dying? Are you scared? I expect I will close my eyes on this […]

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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 had drab walls […]

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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 the little Jonah 5, all went to a […]

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It’s Okay Not To Have It Together

Towards the end of last year or was it the year before, a particular lady trended on Twitter in Nigeria because she made a thread talking about how she wished she knew early on not to get married and give birth. According to her, she had a problem settling into her married life because she […]

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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 aunt then asked, ‘’which school? […]

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