Dear daughter March is Women’s Month. In your time, things will be better for them, perhaps with more equality, more representation, and opportunities. It will still not be perfect, but it may be better. I want you to remember that the line of those who came before you believed their place would evolve. In their... Continue Reading →
My shadow and I
When her curved finger calls, I come a crawling.No way to resist, to desist,This unrelenting spell that pulls and wells,drowning me, unearthing me, carrying me,Over and under a treacherous tide. I am turned, tripped, thrashed,Taken to the darkest depths,Til I do not recognise myself anymore.My light, once crystalline and pure,A hollowed shell ravished by her... Continue Reading →
The Song of the Scars: launching my debut short story collection
There is something liberating about writing, about putting truth, pain, joy, and uncomfortable feelings on paper, so it can stay there for the world. This year I did it. I launched a collection of short stories (in French, with the English version scheduled for mid-2026) rooted in our contemporary reality as Africans. What does a... Continue Reading →
Brianca’s Resilience
“Peace only lasts as long as it takes them to reload their weapons” as the song Malheur Malheur by Maître Gims says was on my mind during the capture of the city of Goma in the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) in January 2025. Watching the news around the fall of Goma brought me back... Continue Reading →