Writer
Fortune Nyarumwe
6 stories
To a Sister Struggling With Identity...
I know you struggle with your identity. You are trying to know and understand yourself. To strip out the layers which have protected you over the years. For how can you know yourself if you have not stared at your emotional nakedness or your mental vulnerability?
Don’t Pity Me Because I’m Childless
Being unable to have a child is hard. It’s exhausting.
My Moment of Shame, and My Commitment to My Fellow Women
The other day, I was having lunch with some of my friends when a shabbily dressed woman passed by. The woman, who appeared to have been in her twenties, had a baby on her back and a sack on her head. One of the girls I was with made a crude joke about the woman’s dressing, and we all laughed. I didn’t think much of the incident, only to be reminded of it when I read an article
To a Sister Finding it Hard to Forgive...
“…forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us…” “To err is human, but to forgive is divine.” Dear Sis, I know it’s hard to forgive. I know it’s even harder to forget. It’s easier to hold on to grudges. It’s easier to stand in self-righteousness and count all the wrongs done unto us. But is that what you want for your life? …Those things they said about you were m
The Day I Decided to Stop Trying for a Baby
Like most girls, I dreamt of a big wedding and a house full of little feet and laughter. My dream came true, in part, and in 2013, I married my best friend. Since then, my husband and I have struggled to have a baby. The doctor said I had a partially blocked tube and my eggs were weak. After five years of trying conventional and unconventional fertility treatments, I have reach
What I Wish the Younger Me Knew About Acceptance
Over the years, I’ve struggled with acceptance. I’ve always waited for someone...anyone to say to me, “I accept you with all your flaws and shortcomings; I accept you as you are.” I’ve wanted to hear those words ever since I was a little girl. I wish I could have told you that as a grown woman, I no longer crave those words, but that would be a lie. My heart still yearns for to