Wendy Wongani Hara, whose pen name is wendy hara – an ode to bell hooks, is, in one fitting word, an aesthete. In a few more words, she is a poet, a DJ, a photographer, a selenophile, a sister, a daughter, a friend, a lover.
Grappling with the concept of age as a fluid state of mind, Wendy has found herself perpetually anchored to a younger version of who she was, despite the inevitable march of time. Yet, amidst these reflections, she is consistently drawn to a deeper inquiry into her mother’s own journey through adolescence and womanhood. In this essay, she contemplates this legacy of motherhood, mortality, and identity.
Girls Don’t Poop
wendy hara, May 1, 2024
This essay unpacks the uncomfortable reality of bodily functions often, and ironically, cloaked in silence. With humour and candour, Wendy shares her moments of defiance, realized by clogged toilets and unabashed declarations of bathroom intentions. This short manifesto navigates the complexities of societal conditioning and ultimately advocates for the reclamation of authenticity and humanity.
Girls Don’t Poop
wendy hara, May 1, 2024
This essay unpacks the uncomfortable reality of bodily functions often, and ironically, cloaked in silence. With humour and candour, Wendy shares her moments of defiance, realized by clogged toilets and unabashed declarations of bathroom intentions. This short manifesto navigates the complexities of societal conditioning and ultimately advocates for the reclamation of authenticity and humanity.
