As it was the middle of June, all the tree-leaves were beginning to decay due to the heavy rain. We moved ahead carefully through the slippery path clearing the soaked tree-leaves. The small black leeches were raising their heads from the tree –leaves in search of a good opportunity to suck the blood from our body. Colorful wild flowers were spreading their scents to attract our attention and the foxes, deer, monkeys were escaping from us…
She Is Not 'The Rape Victim', She Is A Warrior
You show this world that you care by saying "shame on you RAPIST" but you have no shame for yourself for making and sharing videos of the girl, who was unconscious just after being raped. Is it what proves you pious? Is it what proves that you have taken a step for the girl?
I Am Not Sorry
Even before I could tell them what I really wanted to become in my life, I was already sitting in the classroom flipping the pages of a book which I don't even remember now. The girl who was topping her higher secondary had to miserably fail in the first week unit tests. The little hope I had within me was slowly vanishing as I attended test after test after test. And all I could do was to helplessly endure.
Towards A Better World
Whether a person has to be excellent academically, or should be an amalgamation of skills, practicality, intelligence, or should be interplay of EQ and IQ, the definition of skills prerequisite to success is still undefined. The ultimate aim of life is not to get higher percentages and to get into college of your choice. The aim has to be bigger and beyond the contours of the norms laid down by our society.
Mkpuluoma - Good Seed
The moon was full and bright. The stars glittered, with the cool night breeze making it sensational night. Ofe uha and egusi aromas sifted through night. Mkpuluoma was nervous and excited, the long awaited Eke market day was here. Nnedi painted her legs with the popular uli, drawing beautiful patterns on her hands and legs respectively. Papa bought her choral beads. It was the day Iheoma was coming to perform the Igba Nkwu rituals, the pride of every woman.
Yes, I’m talking about the beautiful scar that we as women carry after the birth of a child through a C-Section. A C-Section is a beautiful story of a mother and the baby, where the child is so stubborn to come out, or it’s like the child loves the mother so much that they don’t want to leave the place where they spent about 9 months
Did you know? Rape is the fourth most common crime against women in India, and over 26,000 cases of rape have been reported in India. Also, another interesting piece of trivia, almost 98% of these were committed by a person known to the victim. I wonder who are worse, the 98% to do such a thing to someone who trusts you, or the other 2% to do it to a stranger in the bus.
“Speak up”, she kept screaming but I couldn't. “Speak up”, she screamed again, yet no words came out of my mouth. I was mute - how could I tell her I didn't want to go to college to study medicine, that I wanted to become a youth counsellor? She would kill me. She worked tirelessly day and night for me. How could I break her heart by not doing the one thing she really required of me?
Universe In A Boot
Since I was a little girl, I was taught to behave in a specific way because I'm a girl, to dream specific dreams that are only allowed for girls, such as taking a good degree - not to make a successful career, but to marry a good rich man with a high position in society, so I can live happily ever after.
A Pressing Need
Forget the negative press feminists have always faced. We are always deemed as angry, single and lonely women with 10 cats who hate men and are working very hard to challenge the position of men in today's society. When in fact, we are just a bunch of bomb-ass intelligent women and girls who are breaking boundaries and pushing for the social, political and economic equality of the sexes.
The Indifferent Humans
Why is that that in spite of sharing the same sky, the same sun rays, and the same air, we remain indifferent of one another? What makes it more unbelievable is that we hate some people just for a simple reason which is not even their fault! Why do we think that we are superior to others just because we are from a major religion and the other is not; or because we are straight and they are from LGBTQ+ community; or just for the silliest reason - for you being a man and the other a woman!