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Month: November 2019


Yesterday Yesterday, I called my grandmother  I asked her what it meant to be an African woman,  To hold and protect a household, that you’ve built.  To carry a household on your back with a single yirame,  Tie it to your chest and your stomach,  To quiet it down whenever it cries, pacing yourself with calmness and ease  To feed it when it’s hungry,  To never scream,  Even when you’ve been told multiple times that you are just a woman,  To claim the kitchen as your safe haven because you’re… Read more Femme.