I don’t write without looking back. A few paragraphs in and my eyes begin to scan through the first paragraph to see if it’s catchy and authentic enough to get readers into the second paragraph, knowing that I’m not writing for a bunch of brick walls.
I told myself that it didn’t matter that I was cat-phobic; I could still care for her.
If there’s one topic that Muslims are proud to talk about, it’s procreation. And if we’re being mathematically correct, the Muslim population is the fastest-growing segment in the world, according to birth rates. Of course, the act of procreation and sexual pleasure are two entirely different matters. And as women, shouldn’t we know this?
For years now, I have been vocal about issues relating to Islam, Muslims, and gender on various media platforms. In one sense, I choose to do this work, but in another, this work chose me. It’s framed by the way others attempt to represent and control me, more or less obliging me to respond.
Yewande’s switch between clarity and ambiguity is a brilliant style, the work of a poet who writes for herself, and for us, and who addresses — even wonders whether she belongs eternally among — the living through a spirit that never dies or among the dead through a body that begins to die the very day we are born.
Upon a lengthy conversation with Rinu, I discovered that many older West-African women practically have two sets of kitchen tools; the modern ones which are basically for “show” and the rough, almost rarely modified “ancient” ones with which the real cooking is done.
In a world where birth rates are going down and maternal doubts are increasing, why do women who have deliberately chosen to be child-free feel judged?
In this collection, Yewande Adebowale feels a strong need to take a backward glimpse, to rummage around in her own utterly unique collection of remembered watershed moments, sights and sounds and to relish the richly blended emotions we attach to them.
Although this remains the movie’s most realistic portrayal of the human experience, the truth is that mentally ill people are far less likely to commit crimes than those who are naturally mean or influenced by hard drugs.