I have been conducting feminist research almost all my working life. However, I kept saying I am not a feminist. I never explicitly indicated this approach in my methodology sections. I know I am not alone in this. Many colleagues prefer to sanitise the work. We avoid the feminist label while doing the core work of feminism.   This contradiction speaks to a wider reality across African research and development. It reveals the complex pressures we navigate. It also shows the q

What does true sanctuary feel like in a world that never stops demanding? Where can we be both strong and vulnerable without judgement? How do we build spaces that honour our need for both community and autonomy?   I used to be inactive in my old girls association, but life's pressures brought me back. These girls knew me before I knew myself. They remembered the girl with scraped knees and big dreams, long before I became the professional with responsibilities. In their eyes

Before the pharmacy, there was the kitchen. This truth guided our ancestors for generations. They understood food as medicine and home as the first clinic. Many of us remember specific remedies from our childhood. A grandmother returning from the garden with a handful of leaves for fever. Honey and ginger prepared for a stubborn cough that had lingered for weeks. These were not random acts but practised wisdom in traditional medicine. This knowledge formed a complete healthca