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  • 8 African Women Talk To Us About KEEPING Their Last Name

    8 African Women Talk To Us About KEEPING Their Last Name

    In a lot of countries in Africa, women are supposed to take their husband’s last name when they get married. So, what happens when they don’t? 8 African women tell us about keeping their last name; why they did it and the problems that came with it.

    Nana; Zambian, 42

    Nobody ever asks men why they keep their name, so I was extremely upset when people kept asking me why I chose to keep mine. My mother kept telling me that it was unheard of, and my husband at some point was trying to convince me to just take his name so “peace will reign”. His family does not really like me because they think I am controlling their son, but I stood my ground despite all the insults, and I am glad I did. I am getting a PhD now, and knowing it will have the name of the little girl that wanted it years ago makes me happy.

    Cheyenne; Zambian; 26

    My partner and I chose a new last name. We both decided that it would be unfair for one of us to take the other’s last name, but we still wanted to legally be known by one name. That was when we picked an entirely new one for ourselves, and we had a lot of fun doing it. His family was fine with it, but mine flipped out. They are super traditional and could not understand why I wouldn’t take my husband’s name. It was such a big fight, they realised I was not backing down, so they just had to accept it.

    Abimbola; Nigerian, 29

    I feel like I should add that I am not a feminist, so not taking my husband’s surname was not even political for me. It just happened. It takes a lot of steps to change your identity, so for the first year, it was stress that stopped me. In the second year, it was the fact that I was starting my PhD, plus leaving Nigeria with my husband. Where was the time to start documenting then? I just left it. My parents don’t know I haven’t changed my name and I have been married for three years, I feel like they might make it a thing if they found out.

    A; Ghanaian, 37

    When my mother died and my father left, my maternal grandmother was the one that took care of me. When my husband proposed to me, I told him that I would not be changing my name because the name means too much to me to let go off. So, he agreed to take my name instead. Now, all our three children bear my surname.

    Chi; Nigerian, 28

    Each person is attached to their name for certain reasons. It is a name I grew up with, and I did not feel the need to change it for my marriage to be validated. For our kids, we will agree on first names for them, their middle names will be my name, and their last names will be his. Just so that each child will have a piece of both parents. Nigerians like to address you by your husband’s name immediately after marriage, so anytime I spoke with a family member, I would have to correct them. It got so tiring that my partner and I decided to not correct anyone anymore.

    Zainab; Nigerian, 27

    I kept my surname because as a Muslim woman my religion encourages it. Also, the stress of changing documents and swearing affidavits is not one I cannot do. My children have a different surname from me, and except from the fact that I have to explain why a few times during documentation and people insisting on still calling me by my husband’s name, everything is alright.

    Chidinma; Nigerian, 34

    I had made the decision to keep my last name since I was 16. When I told my father then, he threatened to disown me so I would have no last name to keep. When I got married, he refused to speak to me for a while, but he eventually opened up. My husband and I’s children have a compound name because they are ours, not one person’s.

    Hafiza; Nigerian, 27

    In Islam, everyone is to be known by his/her father’s name and this should not change even in marriage, but the laws of this country had made it really hard to do so. Although my husband (now ex), was not really comfortable with the idea, I consider it a blessing that I did. I cannot imagine having to swear an affidavit every time I need to use my own documents and credentials.

  • Meet The Nigerian Lady Who Regrets Not Taking Runs Seriously

    Meet The Nigerian Lady Who Regrets Not Taking Runs Seriously

    Today, I spoke to a lady who regrets not taking runs seriously.

    How did you get to this point?

    When I came to Abuja in 2018  for my NYSC, I stayed with my aunt.  Just before the end of my service year, I got a job with a slightly okay pay. I was excited about the possibilities until my aunt kicked me out of her house.

    Say what now?

    When I told her about the job, I literally watched the light leave her eyes. A few weeks later, she told me she was travelling and wanted to lock her house so I should prepare to leave. She actually told my mom before she told me. I was helpless. It hurt more because she’s actually related to me by blood and isn’t just a family friend.

    I’m sorry. What did you do next?

    Honestly, It threw me off because I thought I’d finally get a chance to start my life and do better things for myself. I started an immediate search for a place to stay. There was a guy who liked me; he was doing very well for himself, I told him about my situation and he offered me his place as an option.

    Was your mother okay with this?

    I didn’t tell her. I knew she wouldn’t want me living with a man so I lied that a friend offered me a space in his guest house. She bought the story and I started living with this friend. I stayed with him for 2 months.

    What was that like?

    I was being monitored and I wasn’t allowed to have friends over at all. He didn’t like the fact that I insisted on staying in the second bedroom in the house. He had expected me to stay in his room. Don’t get me wrong, I was grateful for a place to stay, but I didn’t appreciate the other things he did like randomly grabbing my breast or touching my butt or telling his friends that I was his girlfriend. This is someone that I wasn’t even considering as a dating prospect and I wouldn’t have looked his way at all but life comes at you fast.

    How did you become a sugar baby?

    After living with him for 2 months, he saw that I refused to have sex with him and that I wasn’t responding positively to his advances, so he switched up. When I told him I was getting my own place soon, he started acting out. One day, he told me his babe was coming from Lagos and asked when I was leaving.  I had to stay with a friend while trying to raise money for my house. By then, I had been meeting up with other people, trying to solicit help so I could get my own place. My first sugar daddy was a man I met when living at my aunt’s place. My aunt was also a sugar baby so she had a lot of rich men come to her house and this one picked interest in me and got my number.

    What was the relationship like?

    Initially, he started out being so helpful with no strings attached, he didn’t act like he was interested in me that way. I got gifts and money from him from time to time until one day he asked me to come to a hotel. That was when I knew what was up. I couldn’t bring myself to do anything with him but I knew that If I didn’t do something, the money and gifts would stop so I gave him a blow job. I hated myself afterwards. I continued seeing him even though he made his intentions clear that he wanted to make me his second wife but wanted to sleep with me first. I perfected the art of giving blowjobs so I wouldn’t have to sleep with him.

    So, you were a sugar baby without giving sugar?

    Yes. Something like that. I was totally repelled by him. I didn’t sleep with him because I was disgusted by him. I never stated this to his face but all these played a factor. However, he kept coming back. Even when I moved into my new place, I had to tell him that I wouldn’t sleep with him and the most I would do was a blowjob. I always felt disgusted after. 

    So, You didn’t take on more partners? 

    I actually did. I started seeing other men but I made it clear that I wasn’t going to have sex with them. My hesitation came from the fact that I am a feminist and I don’t like being objectified but I figured that everyone has their cross to bear and this is mine. Over the months though, I toughened up and told myself that I will treat being a sugar baby like a side hustle. I might not like it but I have to do it to survive. My job pays me next to nothing and sometimes my salary finishes in the first week but I somehow manage to pull through.

    You mentioned being a feminist

    Yes. I am. It makes doing this harder because I want to be more for myself. I don’t intend to keep doing this for long. I am only maintaining these relationships with hopes that if an opportunity comes up, I’d be remembered and considered and that would push me to the next level in my life. Also, I regret not taking runs seriously last year because I felt it made me a bad person. So even when I kept meeting big people, I wasn’t willing to play the game. Now, I understand that you have to weaponise what these men like about you to get what you want.

    Anything else you want to add?

    Yes. I have come to learn that life is “give and take”. Men don’t do anything out of charity, there’s always a motive. Understand their motives and use it to get what you want. Secondly, do not judge others for the decision that life forced them to make. We are all just trying to survive.  

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  • How My Vagina Got Me Evicted Thrice.

    How My Vagina Got Me Evicted Thrice.

    Housing is a problem for a lot of Nigerians. It is not uncommon to find several people squatting together in a small apartment. I spoke to a 25 year old woman who has been evicted thrice because of her vagina.

    How did everything start?

    My first memory of being evicted happened in my 300 level when I stayed with a friend of mine. I didn’t have a place to stay and had to squat with her. Worst mistake ever. She used every opportunity to lord over me. I was fine until one day she accused me of trying to steal her man.

    What? How did she come to that conclusion?

    Her boyfriend kept reaching out to me on Facebook trying to get with me. I couldn’t tell her cause of how awkward the situation was but I did my best not to engage him. When she kicked me out, she made a show of harassing me wherever she saw me. I kept thinking “look at this girl I defended when her boyfriend came to me with his suspicion of her cheating.” Thing is, word got to her boyfriend about her sugar daddy and he did everything to get me to talk to him about it. I didn’t breathe a word to him. You can imagine my surprise when they broke up and she came accusing me of putting sand in her garri. She called me a whore and literally threw me out of her house.

    Hmm, Where did you go from there?

    After that, I got myself a sugar daddy and he allowed me to stay in his family house.

    Whoa, He did what?

    Lol. My first sugar daddy had a family house nobody lived in. His family wasn’t around so he let me stay there. I had the whole house to myself which was nice considering how I grew up.

    What was that like for you?

    Housing has always been an issue for my family when I was growing up. I watched my mother struggle every year to pay rent while my father did his best to be as unavailable as the society will allow. So, I have always wanted my own space. As a kid, I dreamt of a time when I wouldn’t have to worry about being homeless.

    I’m sorry. How did things go with your first sugar daddy?

    I can’t really explain what it is, but I always find myself in situations where the other person is very controlling. My sugar daddy wanted to have sole ownership of me. It was ridiculous because I don’t like feeling caged or tied down. He did everything to make sure that he had monopoly over my life. Tried to monitor my outings, my calls, text, etc. When he saw that he couldn’t take full control, he kicked me out of his house.

    Ahh. Why didn’t you get a place of your own while with him?

    Truth is, I got a bit comfortable with living there. He was the type to insist that you show him complete loyalty before he does anything for you. I seriously doubt he would have gotten me a place. He liked knowing that I was accessible, vulnerable and in need of his help. 

    This is your second eviction, how did the third happen?

    I had nowhere to go. My friends were already joking that I had a vagina that made men want to possess me and when they can’t fully have me, they will do everything to get rid of me. By the time the second eviction happened, another friend, who was also having housing issues at the time, found a spot and invited me to move in with her. The funny thing is, a guy gave her the place temporarily but she didn’t like being alone with him and didn’t want him to feel comfortable coming around so she insisted I move in with her.

    Yikes. Another housemate? What was that like?

    It was actually fun. I loved living with her. All the chores I hated, she loved and all the ones she hated, I loved. It was a good fit until we both got kicked out of the house.

    Again? Whyyy?

    I don’t think the guy was comfortable with me being around all the time, he only wanted my friend to stay but she didn’t want to be alone when he came around so we packed our things. I remember the day we had to absolutely leave or face being thrown out with our things. My friend and I had packed up our belongings with nowhere in mind to go. We went to eat pepper soup and while eating, we both cried. I have never felt so helpless in my life. That was when sugar daddy 2 came into the picture.

    So, you already had a backup plan?

    No. In fact, sugar daddy no. 2 wasn’t someone I was giving attention to at the time. Out of desperation, I called everyone I could on my contact list asking for accommodation. Nobody would help me until he stepped up.

    Glucose Guardian to the rescue.

    Lol. Yes. He is the nicest man I have ever met. He was kind. He was good. He did everything to make us comfortable. He didn’t pressure me at all. He was so understanding about everything and by this time, we hadn’t even had sex or anything. When we finally did, it was something I wanted to do, not something I had to do. I think he is the only person that has ever truly understood that I am a free spirit and I cannot be tamed.

    I understand. Do you still live with him?

    No. I left him.

    Why? Did he kick you out?

    He didn’t. I met someone younger who found out that I stayed with him. The new person pressured me to leave, promising to get me my own space and make my life better. He kept calling himself Godsent.

    You don’t sound impressed.

    Maybe a few months ago, it seemed doable. He was taking care of my big bills and seemed very capable but now, after cutting ties with sugar daddy no. 2 and relocating to a new city to be with this new guy, things aren’t as great as they should be.

    Why? What’s wrong?

    I found out recently that the new guy is married with kids. I didn’t know this. I confronted him and he denied it even when I showed him his own wedding pictures.

    Whoa. How did you relocate and live with a married man without knowing?

    He is very young so it’s hard to tell. His family isn’t even in the country so it’s easier for him to get away with the lies. He doesn’t wear a ring. I have asked severally and he denied it with so much vim that I gave up.

    What about the house he promised you?

    Hmm. Corona really halted the plans for fixing up the place. I’ve stopped feeling optimistic about the place. I am not happy with him nor am I comfortable with the lies he told. He is very manipulative and I just don’t think I want this for myself.

    Wait, Are you crying?

    I’m sorry. I get really sad when I think about these things. I wonder why they keep happening to me. I want life to give me a break. I wish things were simpler. I wish I had a family that didn’t need to struggle to get the littlest things. I wish I didn’t have to grow up so fast and do the things I have done. I have so many regrets but overall, I am just so tired.

    I’m truly sorry. Do you have a plan?

    I plan to leave. I am gathering resources and hoping to start a business soon. I can’t keep living like this. I want more for myself but I have to leave first.

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