The Subsaharan FlâneuseShe is Here, and I am She — (A Poem)A love letter to (and from) my Higher Self2d ago2d ago
The Subsaharan FlâneuseStorybook Characters That Got Me Through My Teen Scapegoat YearsI disappeared into White fictional characters to cope with my chaotic presentJun 73Jun 73
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinModern WomenInner Summer for the IntrovertOnce a month, my menstrual cycle creates the optimum conditions for full-on extroversionMay 1910May 1910
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinMystic MindsIt Felt Like I Had Been Asleep for Over 30 YearsI had no idea what boundaries were until I played a children’s songMay 95May 95
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinModern WomenWhen the Artist Becomes the Truth-TellerI have decided speak out about exploitation in the industry — because silence perpetuates trauma.Apr 232Apr 232
The Subsaharan FlâneuseThe 2000s Emo Music That Saved Me as an Alternative Black-African TeenThe angsty ‘White’ songs that helped me navigate a ‘No Feelings Allowed’ upbringingApr 1810Apr 1810
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinThe MemoiristHow MJ’s “Scream” Makes Me Feel Seen During a Narcissistic DiscardAnd the lyrics that help validate this isolating experienceMar 301Mar 301
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinModern WomenOpen Letter to the UK Creative Industry From a Black-African ArtistMy art form is valid — regardless of my skin colour or where I have lived beforeMar 204Mar 204
The Subsaharan FlâneuseinModern WomenI Made a Trigger Box for My Inner Teen’s FeelingsHow my inner teenager is alive inside me, and wants to be seen and heardMar 69Mar 69