fbpx

Africa

Cindy Saru Chorongo, a Kenyan-born diver, on her daily diving tour
One day, while saving corals underwater, a group of dolphins swam next to me. I surfaced from a dive when people on the boat began pointing and shouting the word, "Dolphins!" I turned around to see a pod of dolphins swimming toward me. I watched their dorsal fins pop in and out of the water at high speed.
Ebby Weyime, advocate for the child-free movement, at a speaking engagement in Nairobi, Kenya
I immediately made an appointment with my doctor to discuss an abortion. I felt ready mentally but did not understand the physical implications of the process. I remained very careful throughout my life to ensure I did not get pregnant, so the slip-up proved to be an unexpected one. I documented the entire process on my YouTube channel.
Chief Theresa Kachindamoto, Dzedza district Malawi
Grown women taught girls as young as 10 years old how to “please a man.” The girls, taken away from their families, go into isolation for between two weeks and one month. They receive “coaching” on how to be a woman with a strong emphasis on sexual performance. Men immediately prey on the girls who graduate from camp.
Zimbabwe National Parks female rangers
Through the rigors of training, the men encouraged me. I got little medical help, unlike my female counterpart, and the men would say, "This is your only chance to prove them wrong. You are the first black girl here, and you are making history!" Their words strengthened me.
Nzambi Matee pictured with the workers from Gjenge Makers LTD
In Nairobi, people generate 500 metric tons of waste per day. A very small percentage of that waste gets recycled. After quitting my job, I set up a small laboratory in my home. I used the laboratory to test pavers in order to derive the right ratios to make a paving brick.
A new UNICEF report revealed that Nigeria ranks highest in the world for the number of women suffering from obstetric fistula, caused in part by early child marriages
I took off my clothes and wrapped the red fabric around me. [The man] told me to kneel and covered my face and neck with white powder. He said, close your eyes and lay down on the ground. As I laid on my back, the man began shouting phrases that sounded more like magic then prayers. Then, he shouted, “This is not the woman we need for the sacrifice!” I leapt to my feet and began running.
Tinodaishe Mukarati in her greenhouse at her hydroponic farm in Zimbabwe
The first time we harvested, it felt so good to win; to hold the entitlement of our achievement. The veggies we grew were for family consumption, but soon we realized we could commercialize our small space and sell to others. We took our produce to market and people liked it.