Adewuyi Roseline is passionate about the girl child. Growing up, she had a lot of questions about her identity. She is on the journey to ensure that young girls rise above limitations, smash stereotypes in their communities.
Excism To realise self is to command To command self is to live. What does a fruit, unripe, detached from its source sing? Slimy lamentations of unattainment. Devouring birds may not get a look to see her, ripen and stomach to their fill her delicacy. I mean, desire for debauchery averted. Good riddance, yes? There […]
What if What if, there were no memories to write, of a girl full of scars, her eyes painted with agonies, Of haunted days. I thought, Scars were tales of a man , Who journeyed the sea, To fight for freedom for his children, Only to return and meet demons. No, scars are for women, […]
Franca sat on the floor, legs entangled like a yoga instructor. “Why did she have to be the one to do all the work for them while they had hands and were all given the same assignments in school?” she thought, peeling cocoyam and hissing when the heat scalded her soft palms. “This isn’t […]