motherhood must make you the most religious person in the room – constantly. find your powerful deity of choice with any luck, the most powerful – it’s a gamble with those guys – and rail at them begging them ‘not mine. don’t take mine.’ Constantly.
If you stand us side by side I have more scars You have more lies. They’re both dark splotches running through our cores Whatever is like love is a synonym for war.
I’m not the girl who’ll get a manicure every week. Or month. That goes for my hair too. It’ll be free like my thighs on a sunny sunny day next to my friend’s pool, talking about pubic hair and thick tan masking tape (which I assume is what waxing feels like?) I don’t really do […]
In case you missed my interview with She Leads Africa by Rafeeat Aliyu, click here. Here’s the beginning: Abigail Arunga used to be the Digital Editor for Zuqka.com before she subscribed to the ideal of happiness at work and quit her job for more sleep and less money. Before that and other subsequent mutinies, she […]
Apparently it is a taboo to write about ugly babies. Every time I say that is going to be my next blogpost, someone looks at me like I’m the Devil Incarnate (which, obviously, is a complement – everyone knows that Jesus was an average looking muscly chap, and Lucifer was a…handsome devil. Fine as hell. […]