Posted by Abigail Arunga

Who are you to tell?

When you sit next to a rapist, something inside your body screams in fear, but you’re not sure if you should be scared in the first place Sure, you’re a woman, and his...

Addis

So when I came back, everyone decided I was foreign - and not just because my accent was thick and faltering over the sir that we were supposed to call Mr Iddi, instead of sah,...

The Commandments

In 2016, my body is still a battlefield Bloody, lying, a lying carcass, they always tell me I am lying Even when what happened happened to me They always say it was someone...

Always That Time of the Month

There was an angry looking red gash on my underwear and I was pretty convinced I was dying My mother, however, told my panicked 11 year old self that I had started my period, and...

I Smile Back

here's a chunk of my finger in the potato salad Only because everyone at this bloody party needs more me in them Maybe it'll remove the electricity pole in their arses For example...

A Tale of Two Fingers

I was fingered once on my back, in front of the maize cobs that waved in my mother's backyard I remember itchy grass and an uncomfortable feeling that something was poking...

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