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?” →
I have always wanted to become a published author. Here it is. My first ever book. This book is a collection of most of my poems. I am excited to… Read more Black Thorns: The Sensitive Black Woman →
I have disappeared. But wait, you have to understand why it has been a while. Your girl had to finish up her degree! Two weeks ago, I graduated with my Bachelors of Arts degree in Psychological and Social Sciences. There was a lot going on in the past 6 months. My main focus last semester were my internship and thesis. I had never been so stressed out, but I made it. When I tell you how proud I am of myself, you probably would not believe me. This blog post… Read more Unpredictable. →