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Lessons Learned From ‘She Called Me Woman’

I just recently finished reading the collection of stories by Nigerian LGBT women, the book titled She Called Me Woman, and I went through a whole gamut of emotions while

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You Are Doing Yourself

If people could read minds, what would be in the papers about you? Me, I’d have done whatever it’d take to disappear every time I think. You know why? Because

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Demisexuality (The Place Where I Found Myself)

Prior to my discovery of this word just a few hours ago, I’d always assumed I was an oddity and accepted it as that. I cannot say I’ve always wanted

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Not Fats, No Femmes: Exclusion Within A Community Fighting For Inclusion

Deleting the Grindr app from my phone was possibly one of the most self-care actions I’d done lately; the app had simply lost its allure for me. it has become

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BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER

My aunt (my mother’s sister) got married and settled down in the town where I was growing up. Because my brothers and I grew up having a closer relationship with

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A LOVE AT SEVENTEEN

Let us start from seventeen and the brown of Adam’s eyes that captivated me. They were a well of honey I could feel myself slipping into each time I looked

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Hate Begets A Man

There were two things he hated most passionately – abortion and homosexuality. And because he was born so awesomely brilliant and had such extreme work ethics, he chased the profession

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Shooting Her Shot

So this happened. Finished from work, I and three of my male friends decided to go hang out at a pub. They wanted to get beers. I wanted them to

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A Moment Of Silence

Nigeria is failing us as a nation. There have been prayers for this nation, but that is not the answer. God is not the answer. This is on us, on

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MONEY DOESN’T BUY EVERYTHING

He looked very moneyed. His cologne was easily the richest I’d ever perceived; it had to be a mixture of the rarest spices. His house looked like he had successfully