I have a new fear, and it’s something I can get over. However, I think it will take time. I recently had a conversation with my mom and cousin about marriage. Let’s pause right here: I HAD A CONVERSATION ABOUT MARRIAGE WITH MY MOM. MY OVERPROTECTIVE MOM. My “I don’t want to see you around boys” mom. My “you can’t have boys as friends” mom. Yeah, I was honestly shocked by this conversation. But, the conversation took a turn, twist, jump, and spin that I did not like. On this… Read more “Meet my Suitors?” →
I am ashamed of myself. I promise in 2020, I will be more consistent. But I am happy to share my 10 lessons of 2019. I am not going to lie… some of these lessons I had to keep learning. 2019 was an interesting year for me, and I am ready to welcome the new year 🙂 1. “A little bit of change won’t hurt…” I struggle with change. But recently though, I’ve learned to accept it. I was so used to a specific routine. To me, change could be anything. It… Read more “10 Lessons…from an African girl.” →
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. →
So, you shoot the ball. And you miss.
“Helping one person might not change the world world, but it could change the world for one person.” –
Ah yes. The colorism conversation. After completing my thesis, I knew I wanted to write a post about colorism. To give some clarity, colorism is the discrimination based on skin… Read more “Chocolate.” →
When I had turned 22 (like six months ago) I asked myself a crucial question. What is it like to be in your 20s as an African woman? I had to reflect because as an African woman who is now 22 years old, I’m overwhelmed. There’s so many things happening during this time. At this point, I feel all sorts of emotions and I’m constantly overthinking. And I love when people tell me to stop overthinking. How can I stop? But no seriously, it’s been a rough journey (I know-… Read more African Woman’s 20 Somethings. →
I know, another blog post about marriage. I’m sorry but when you’re a 22 year old African woman, you are constantly asked about marriage. I recently had a conversation with an aunt of mine and this conversation left me confused. This is how the conversation went down— Aunt: do you have a husband yet? Me: no not yet but auntie I’m gradu- Aunt: no do you have a husband? Are you talking to anyone? Do you want to get married? Me: yes aunty, of course, but I’m gradua- Aunt: You… Read more “Where’s your husband, Diakha?” →