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  • The Sex Lives of African Women by Nana Darkoa Sekyiamah

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    The Sex Lives of African Women was, without exaggeration, one of the most beautiful books I’ve ever read. Not because it was easy. Not because it was comforting. But because it was real — raw, unapologetic, and deeply human. I came into it with assumptions I didn’t even know I carried: that sexuality for African women was…

  • Airport conversations

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    Photo by Anna Gru on Unsplash A conversation with Felistus on August 5th 2023 2128hrs The specificity of the time- that’s from this little trick I started where I add time stamps when I’m journaling because I journal up to five times a day. Shoot me; writing is a form of therapy for me. I don’t for…

  • Unexpected Friendships And Impromptu Travels

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    I’m seated at Addis on my layover, laptop about to die and my cable is not suited to the charging ports they have at the airport. If someone had told Felistus at the start of the year that she would be seated in Addis on her way from Ghana and Ivory Coast she would laugh…

  • Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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    Chimamanda has done it again. I didn’t expect to finish Purple Hibiscus and feel like someone had cracked open my chest and left it there, raw and trembling. It started with Jaja. One moment, he was the quiet son, the obedient one. The next, he refused. He stopped answering to his father’s voice. And that…

  • A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle

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    A New Earth isn’t just a book I read- it’s one I’ll return to again and again, not just this year, but for the rest of my life. It was a wake-up call: a gentle but firm invitation to wake up to myself- not the story I tell about who I am, but the quiet,…

  • Deep Work by Cal Newport

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    From the very first page, I felt seen. Not because the book accused me, but because it named something I’d been ignoring: that my phone isn’t a tool I use — it’s a master I serve. I check it while waiting for the kettle to boil. I check it while walking to the store. I check it…

  • Awareness by Anthony De Mello

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    It wasn’t loud. It didn’t demand change. It didn’t tell me to fix myself, to meditate more, to become “better.” Instead, it simply asked: Are you awake?And in that quiet question, something shifted. The book is a gentle call to look inward, not to fight who you are, but to understand it. To notice the…