WherStories

I  have always known the danger of living as a queer person in Nigeria but I think the danger faced by trans persons is highly underrated and it’s even more painful when you realise your fellow community members are even indifferent to Trans issues and does not see you beyond someone who wants to change […]

My mistake was thinking I could save people, that because we are queers alike it was my responsibility to save them. I did this a lot, in relationships and friendships alike for many years until recently but the most outstanding for me would be with my ex-friend Gizzie. I got my first apartment after three

I did my very best to fit in while growing up, it drained the heck out of me physically and mentally but I fought the good fight. I am a masculine-presenting woman and the first daughter of my parents. Where I come from there are certain values expected of women, especially first daughters. Women were

I am a pastor’s child and I am gay. I laugh out loud any time I use “Pastor’s son and gay” in the same sentence because in Nigeria it’s like saying you are white and black but I am and recently I have accepted that as my narrative. Growing up was tough for me and

I grew up with my grandmother and it was the trickiest childhood experience that I’ve seen anybody have. This story is not about me but about “Nwanyi Obi” Matriarch of the thresholds (I had to carefully put in vocabularies that’ll make this story make sense to you as much as possible). My grandmother left my

I have been married for six years and blessed with two beautiful kids. I have never liked being married, especially to my husband, don’t get me wrong, he is not a bad guy despite his short fallings but I don’t like being married to him because he is a MAN. I first kissed a girl

Getting my new job was one of those life providential workings that change one’s life. I was fresh out of school and frantically searching for white-collar jobs but then I got a place in a Boutique uptown just to keep body and soul together. I became the store manager in the littlest time and before

I had always dreamed of my wedding as a child and like every dreamy child, I hoped for a dreamy life. Cute husband, cute kids and a beautiful home. I even journaled the kind of wedding I wanted as early as my first year in Secondary school and it was going to be a private

Getting a job after Uni was a hard one for me. I stayed back in Awka because I was scared to leave my comfort zone. I was home, broke and lonely, not because I had nobody but nobody to call my own. My university relationship was over as soon as we wrote out last papers

I cursed that wet morning. The morning that ruined my new Nike shoes, even if it’s a fake Nike but I worked so hard to buy that shoe after many months of savings. Today I wanted to slay to work but the weather had bones to pick with me. My new outfits were all ruined