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Things Someone Who Loved You Should Have Told You
Originally published on johnpavlovitz.com Words can do incredible damage, but they can’t hold a candle to silence. Often it is those words that have been withheld which leave the greatest
ABUSE, THE NIGERIAN CHILD, AND OUR BEATING CULTURE
Say, you’re hanging out with a group of Nigerian acquaintances. It’s an auspicious evening. You talk about your life experiences in a Nigerian home, growing up. The ups and downs.
A Prayer From Chinelo Okparanta’s ‘Under The Udala Trees’
I just finished reading the riveting novel by Chinelo Okparanta. And after a story that filled me at once with sadness and hope, here’s the segment of the book that
THE ROAD TO SELF DISCOVERY
‘’Mimi! Mimi!” my aunt called from her bedroom. I was in the sitting room, watching Power Puff Girls. “Yes, aunty!” I screamed and ran out of the room to her.
14: An Anthology of Queer Art | Vol. 1: We are Flowers
The 13th of January is an unfortunate day in Nigeria’s history. It marks one of the nation’s greatest human rights failures. On that day in 2014, Nigeria gave homophobia full
Nigeria has become a country where men boast of raping lesbians
This is where we are as a country. The level of such inhumanity that rape is now celebrated over sexuality. The level of such depravity that a Nigerian can come
Nothing Truly Beautiful Ever Asks For Attention
“Nothing truly beautiful ever asks for attention.” This quote has stuck with me ever since I heard my coworker speak the words. Nothing truly beautiful ever asks for attention –
The Queer Art Anthology Is Almost Here!
Titled We Are Flowers: An Anthology Of Queer Art, the literary effort championed by the 14 team and contributed to by Nigerians and non-Nigerians alike is on the dawn of
The Closet
The closet is a place where you go to hide your demons. Not necessarily to hide from people but to hide from a certain type of people. Essentially, I mean
FOR AKIN…ON BRAVERY, HONESTY AND THRIVING: A Piece By Funmi Iyanda
Originally published on medium.com I I remember the first time l saw him at the cemetery. I had been crying. I had not quite cried since leaving the hospital but
