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I grew up in a community of women, and one of the topics that often floated over our heads was endometriosis. Nobody was ever really able to explain what it meant to be diagnosed with endometriosis. All I knew as a growing girl was that it causes severe pain in women, especially during their periods.Continue reading “Understanding Endometriosis.”

Akwaeke Emezi writes from a place I can only describe as home. Her prose is soulful and immersive; it pulls you into the pages until you find yourself living alongside the characters, inhabiting their bodies, their fears, their desires. In The Death of Vivek Oji, I saw a boy. I saw a girl. I sawContinue reading “The Death of Vivek Oji by Akwaeke Emezi”

You found love in a human who chronically despises you. He is jealous of you, hates your guts, your beauty, your background, your influence, and how easily you settle into your “job” as a travel writer. “Is it still travel writing when you travel in luxury?” he asked one time. What you feel for himContinue reading “For Chiamaka in Dream Count.”

I have become the people I once saw at the top—Those with crisp loins, buttered tongues, and pride sharp as blades,They, who made it seem like my first-generation self would stretch too long to get here. Hah! Me? Emmanuella. My name, so long, surprises you I stuck around?I stayed, pushed hard until my knowledge becameContinue reading “Affymma”

I became “black” the day I stepped foot in Ala bekee~ UK. It was the winter of 2021. The clouds formed light-grey, thick fluorescent sheets that descended onto the roads, engulfing cars as they drove through. I would soon come to know this phenomenon as fog.  Away from home and everything that had been familiar, Continue reading “Becoming Black…”