I first came across Hauwa Ojeifo in November 2019, when she was invited to speak on mental healthcare in Nigeria at Aké Festival. I was impressed by her achievements and her own personal journey to becoming the Executive Director of She Writes Woman (SWW), one of the country’s leading mental health initiatives. On knowing her…
Arewa Voices
Stories from the community as told by the community. Arewa Voices documents the voices of Arewa women in the Hausa community of Nigeria.
I recently wrote an article about cultural stigma around mental illness, where I wrote about M, a 21-year-old young lady from Kebbi state in northern Nigeria. In her own words, M spent her late kindergarten years running from sexual assaults, her early teenage years suffering from Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STDs) and her late teenage years…
I was in my early twenties the first time I saw a VVF (vesico-vaginal fistula) patient. She was much younger. She was in a sea of women recovering from the same disease – all sitting on mats, row by row, their urine in bowls in front of them. I was there as a member of…
When my sister was getting married in 2015, my father called her in for a discussion. He spoke to her about the importance of sabr (patience), the Islamic role of a wife and the expectations of our society. In his speech, he noted that although he believed he was marrying her off to a good…
It starts slowly, with the little things. You’re unmotivated – unable to study or work; unable to concentrate. Slowly, you start withdrawing from friends and family – choosing to stay in bed, away from the noise of the outside world. You say no to activities that involve moving, interacting and socializing because they seem “tiring”.…
One of my closest friends – let’s call her Q – is a 24-year-old woman from Kano, northern Nigeria. She was sexually assaulted by her cousin for 10 long years. This abuse started when she was only 11. He would constantly sexually molest her by forcing her to engage in sexual activities with him. In…
In Ramadan 2020, I received the most troubling email. It was from M, a then-20-year-old young woman with whom I had had a few conversations on Twitter. It was a 15-page letter with intimate, yet painfully explicit, details about her personal life. “I recently went for a mental health test and I realized I had…
The call came close to midnight. Like always, I was ending my day watching a sitcom and snacking on baguette and cheese – as one would in Paris. It was A, my Syrian classmate at the university. Earlier that day, she had notified me that her parents travelled, and she was going to use the…