More than Placards: The Truths about Sexual Violence in Liberia

It’s good, I mean perfect, that we wear all black and march through the streets, lifting up our placards to raise awareness on the problems we cause ourselves. It’s important that we speak up against the acts we ignorantly orchestrated. The mere writings embedded on those placards and the mass gathering of aggrieved citizens calling…

Big Boy

I saw Aunty today, she was the same. I hadn’t seen her in ages. A while back, my third year in university in the US, I heard she got married. Now, apart from extra fat in her cheeks and a baby bump that created a gentle mold in her dress, aunty looked the same. She…