“What Kafos, Kompins, and Osusu circles can teach us about solidarity, joy, and collective power.” They will tell you feminism is not ours. They say it with confidence – in radio studios, in Friday sermons, in the comment sections of…
“I wonder how I would have looked at my body if I wasn’t cut.” My mother doesn’t remember what age I was cut. Or maybe she just doesn’t want to talk about it, because of guilt, or regret, or because…
“A survivor’s memory of the “Bii-rayy” and the hidden trauma of Female Genital Mutilation.” There it was: confusion. The environment itself felt chaotic – the scent of blood, dry and fresh, hanging in the air. The cries of young girls.…