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Diary of an Overthinking Black Woman

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Dirty Old Man

I generally don't know how to talk to people. They are quite foreign to me. There are too many variables at work when I meet someone new. Maybe that's just the years of isolation talking. I usually am not sure... Continue Reading →

Do you BELIEVE in God?

After my cousin Francis completed his matric, the family asked him the usual question, “What do you want to do with your life?” He was brave (now that I think about it) and actually said that he wanted to be... Continue Reading →

My Perfect First Time

I was twenty years old and I had never been in a romantic relationship. That year I had read this book (whose title I can't remember) that was about relationships and in the middle, it explained you should write a... Continue Reading →

I AM my sister’s keeper

In the bible, there is a story that is the epitome of a shitty human. Cain messed up but his youngen was praised for doing the right thing. So he killed Abel and then when he was asked about his... Continue Reading →

Confessions of a Skinny Black African Girl

Two weeks ago, I weighed myself and found I had lost 2kg (4.4lbs) in the past 2 months. Bringing my body mass to a grand total of 50.1 kg (110lbs) and at 1.67m (~5’5ft) that brings my BMI to borderline... Continue Reading →

I Don’t Speak No Other Languages

Yes, Yes, Yes. I know. I should be ashamed with of myself. How can I call myself an African? How can I only speak English when I was born and raised here? The standard African can at least speak one vernacular... Continue Reading →

TheHotWhiteEx: The First Date

Towards the end of last year, I had decided to start dating again. It had been 10 months since my long term relationship with TheCameroonian and I was ready to jump into the pool again. This time I decided to... Continue Reading →

So ah…. Wanna Date?

My university hosts quite a number of career fairs throughout the year, especially between July and August, and last year I went to the Science and Technology event early one morning. I checked out all the companies I was interested... Continue Reading →

BioDad Part Deux

How did she expect me to accept this person? Even now, how does she expect me to accept this person? The man I was trained, for 10 years or more, to run away from. The person who essentially would sentence... Continue Reading →

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