The first morning I woke up in my new apartment, something felt off. As soon as I opened my eyes, they began to sting. Moments later, I realized my throat was burning, too, and what was that in my gut? The lining of my stomach felt like someone had taken sandpaper to it. The raw feeling wasn’t horribly intense, but so clear that I thought I was, for the first time, sensing the exact shape of my organ. Sure, I had had allergies before, but never like this—what the hell was going on? I took stock of my condition, deteriorated suddenly overnight, and before I could lift my groggy head from the pillow, a thought boomed in my mind: I have mold.
The Communist Party of Swaziland has called on the people to reject the festival, noting that it seeks to legitimize the monarchy and enforce gender and class oppression.