Tag "Self Love"

Series (Non-Fiction) 15 Comments

THE COLLEGE CHRONICLES (Episode 9)

After about an hour, the doctor called me into his office and handed over the result to me. I looked through the sheet. Acute malaria and enteric fever… I flipped

Our Stories 21 Comments

DAYS OF MY LIFE

As an effeminate child, I grew up having low self esteem and being insecure about how I looked. That, I think, came from the constant comparison with the other boy

Editor's Desk 26 Comments

PRESENTING LIKE A GIRL

FOREWORD: This piece is dedicated to boys like my friend, JBoy, boys who grew from boys to men with a strength that society forbids us from having.   It’s incredible

Poetry 4 Comments

My First Love

He is big boned, tender and full of life, jiggling away in the rain He smiles, plump cheeks, full lips His smile showing teeth as brilliant as the snow in

Our Stories 17 Comments

I AM A HOMOSEXUAL

I am a homosexual. If there’s another life, I will still be as homosexual as I am in this life. I’m not just sexually attracted to men; I’m psychologically and

Our Stories 6 Comments

DO YOU REMEMBER?

Do you remember what it felt like to grow up confused? I had always been strange but my sexuality revealed just how different I am. People tell tales of blissful

Our Stories 45 Comments

THE OTHER SIDE OF MIDNIGHT

So, this is a follow-up to my story, Going Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Hell. So much has happened since that story was published and I want to

Editor's Desk 44 Comments

Waka Pass Diaries (No Shame)

May 23 During my journey of self-ownership, I read something somewhere where it was written: “When you refuse to see the shame in something about you, then you take away

Our Stories 31 Comments

THE FIRST STEP IS TO TELL YOURSELF THE TRUTH

Last year, I was following the #HowIResist campaign, and I remember going through some of the declarations and seeing myself in the words of all these people who were contributing

Editor's Desk 31 Comments

TO THE LIVES WELL SPENT

Recently, I went to see my maternal grandmother. And as I sat with her, I watched, a bit sadly, as she struggled to remember me. Yes, she’s aged 90-plus years

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