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Taken by Fifo Adebakin (2017.)

The last time I passed for slim was on my sixth birthday.

Since that point in my life and upwards, I have only grown fatter and fatter. As a result of society and even my own family’s reaction to my body, I have had a long and tumultuous journey with self esteem and self-love. I turned 21 last year and I think that was the first time I felt a hundred percent at peace with my body and not trying to frantically change it.


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Young Love. Bwari, Abuja. 23/02/21.

It has been eighteen days since I came here and my body has felt every single day.

Here, hours feel like endless days stretching lazily before me. I have tried to convince my self and my body that this place is our new temporary home but they have both refused to find home here. You know how I said our bodies know when we move? Well my body surely knows and she is not happy.

My body does not like it here and she has shown me in so many different ways.

I usually have soft, supple skin. I have…


Of Open Hands and Tender Victories: #PoetryandSkosko Volume 1

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The wisdom in poems enriches my life. The words teach me about myself, about pain, about love and about overcoming. Over the next few weeks, I will be sharing some of this wisdom with you in hopes that you learn something beautiful too. Poetry written by black women often reminds me that I’m never alone. That my life’s troubles are not unique and that they will not swallow me up, because my sisters have already overcome. Struggle can be incredibly lonely. You feel isolated in your pain, like it is only you feeling this anguish. My dear, it is not…


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NLS Bwari, Abuja. 6/02/2021

The first thing I felt was the heat.

Suitcase in my right hand, I stepped out of Nnamdi Azikiwe Airport only to be met by an angry sun intent on singing my skin with licks of heat my body was completely unprepared for. It is by no means cold in my Lagos, (yes Lagos is mine, at least it feels like it), our heat is just of a different kind. It’s wetter, more humid, more accommodating. It feels more like an overbearing hug as opposed to this one that felt like a slow strangling. I already miss my Lagos.

This…


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Credits to @Rume__ on Twitter or Yinkore on Twitter/IG

Here is another think-piece nobody asked for to start the year but because I am gracious and ever generous, I am happy to oblige.


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#EndSars protesters at the Lekki Toll on the afternoon of 20th October 2020. Hours before they would be shot by armed soldiers of the Nigerian Army. May we never forget.

In memoriam of our fallen at The Lekki Toll Massacre on the 20th of October 2020. We will never forget. Rage against the dying light.

The world was silent when we died but they belted out the song of their fatherland as bullets sprayed over them like acid rain. The Nigerian national anthem is full of a pride we have never really felt and promises as empty as deserts. Yet, they screamed the words into the night, invoking whoever or whatever to protect them. The labour of our heroes past easily washed away by the bravery of our heroes today…


This Is Us

Ready for love, for adoration, for euphoria

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Self-Portrait. September, 2020.

The first day I wore a crop top, I felt like my body was on fire.

I pulled my pants as far up as they would go so that the expanse of my belly exposed would be as small as possible. The decision to wear the crop top took exceeding mental fortification. I wore it, took it off, put it on again, stood in front of a mirror twisting and turning and fidgeting until a voice in my head shouted: ENOUGH. At the time, what I heard was, “Enough with the trying on. Just go, Jor.”

I now realize that…


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MAFO- NAIRA MARLEY + YOUNG JONN THE WICKED PRODUCER

I am snickering to myself as I type this. On this exact day last year, I found myself belonging to the streets and its been an…interesting journey so far. This started out as random tweets and a recollection of the lessons I learnt being in streets after being used to relationships. If you ask any of my girls, especially Tosin, they’ll tell you that I’m a softie’s softie. I sometimes joke that all it takes for me to catch feelings is to wink at me three times. I wish I was joking. …


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by Wuraola Ajeigbe

I will start this with a quote by Kate Morton that I found absolutely gripping:

“It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to be evaporate into the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after.”

I have an unabated desire for photographs. Whatever it is in me that feels an urgency to immortalise fragments of my reality is something I must have inherited from my mother. She sees it in me and had told me her mother was also…


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Most of all, I just don’t want to be free

Etta James’ song ‘I’d Rather Go Blind’ has some of the most heartbreaking lyrics I’ve ever heard. The way its sung is so haunting, so deep, so raw. It’s achingly beautiful. Beyonce’s is perhaps even more heartbreaking. Listening to them both over and over has led me to write this piece of dedicated to exploring them, interwoven with my own personal experience of losing love.

I would rather, I would rather go blind boy

Than to see you, walk away from me child, and all

So you see, I love you so much

That I don’t want to watch you…

Mofiyinfoluwa Okupe

A light in this dark world. ‘I am, because I exist, Yes I am, that magical’

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