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Growing up, I used to dread weddings. Not because I didn’t like the food, I was a voracious consumer of it! But, because of the second part of the wedding pillar; dance. It would make my stomach churn At an engagement party, the air is light and the mood relaxed. The music is normally young … Continue reading I’m an African but… I can’t dance
This is not a feminist post, simply because I am not a feminist. I will, however, say what I have to say though. Do not be surprised when I let my girlfriends know when they are being mistreated. Yes. I will tell them when they are wrong, but I will tell them their worthwhile doing … Continue reading I`m an African but… I am female first
I know you are probably wondering why a 21-year-old is thinking of death especially since talking about death to Africans is what blasphemy is to Christians. Thoughts of what I wanted after my demise began plaguing me from a young age because I knew for a fact that I did not want to get buried. … Continue reading I am African But…. Burn me when I’m dead!
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