My parents raised me to be ok with being different, awkward, or being an artist.
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Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child (Part 1)
I remember when my father passed on, it was 2001 and I was in grade 11 and I had just been appointed prefect
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Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child (Part 5)
I smelt like death, smelt like a fresh orphan, smelt like sadness; if ever sadness had a smell, I was it.
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Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child (Part 4)
There is nothing in this world that can prepare you for the day you’ll see your parents get older,
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Mother Is God In The Eyes Of A Child (Part 3)
Grief is something else, it can make you cold, make you isolated as well.
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To Ask A Black Man How He’s Doing Has Become Taboo. You Good, Man?
As things stand today, to ask a black man how he’s doing has become taboo. To ask a black man how he’s doing is seen as an insult to those who suffer at the hands of a black man. It is to suggest that the world doesn’t have bigger problems and all must be cast aside to attend to the fragile
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My Womb Is Not A Farm!
Clearly, there is something that I must be missing here, what is this obsession with my womb, or the contents thereof? Over the past twelve months, I have received no less than five offers from men, some of whom I was romantically linked to at some point, or ones who I have met recently, who have asked me to bare them an offspring. My assertion on this matter
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Welcome To The New Year
I remember back in 2015 when we started Marvin and this being the fourth magazine I have owned and started from the ground up
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Baby Daddy (Part 4)
It is the fourth of February 2008. A month and a half has passed since my girlfriend and I told our families that are going to be parents. She is about 3 months pregnant. It’s 2:30am on a Monday morning and my phone rings, it’s my brother. “It’s bad news”, he says. With those three...
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The Birth of a Secret
They made Her sit on the floor on a dirty carpet in the middle of the room, draped around her shoulders was a checkered blanket with tassels at the end, the one reserved for mourning and shame. They sat in 2 semi circles, one half her family, one half his family and all of them justified...