Jodi Enda

1 week ago | nation.africa | Allan Olingo |Claire Provost |Jodi Enda

Mwaka Chimera sits on a worn-out leather couch outside her two-roomed house in Vyongwani village, in south-eastern Kenya, cradling her new-born daughter. “I dropped out of primary school, and for my first five pregnancies, I never attended a single antenatal clinic. I would just show up at the hospital when it was time to give birth,” Chimera, 31, says in Swahili.

1 week ago | msmagazine.com | Jodi Enda |Claire Provost |Allan Olingo

This piece was published in partnership with The Fuller Project and Ms. magazine. Published in partnership with The Fuller Project, a nonprofit newsroom dedicated to the coverage of women’s issues around the world. Sign up for The Fuller Project’s newsletter. GOLINI, KENYA—Saumu Mwavugadi gazed from her veranda past mud-walled chicken coops and umbrella-like acacia trees to a vast horizon of hills. The heat was unrelenting on this March day, and Mwavugadi cradled her 2-week-old daughter in her arms.

2 weeks ago | fullerproject.org | Jodi Enda

If you’re a woman in America, Washington, D.C., is, apparently, the place to be. Women in the nation’s capital have more power and influence than their sisters in any of the 50 states. They have more political and economic heft, better health outcomes and a greater say in policies that affect their lives. Women in Alabama and much of the South, meanwhile, have little power or influence, and that is reflected in their everyday existence.

2 months ago | fullerproject.org | Lucy Sherriff |Jodi Enda

NAIROBI—Last September, Ugandan Olympian Rebecca Cheptegei lost her life in Kenya at the hands of an intimate partner. Cheptegei’s partner, Dickson Ndiema, poured petrol on her and set her on fire during a disagreement at their home. Her mother, Agnes, had dreaded this moment for years. “This wasn’t the first time our daughter suffered at his hands,” Agnes Cheptegei said, her voice trembling.

2 months ago | fullerproject.org | Jodi Enda |Muktadir Rashid |Maher Sattar

A day after the Los Angeles fires began, I returned to what was once my two bedroom condo in the Pacific Palisades. I wanted to see what was left. I masked up with an N95 – I wore two, in fact, thinking that it would protect me and my pregnancy better. In spite of the double layer, I could smell the acrid, toxic fumes that the smouldering piles of rubble were emitting. I felt light-headed, and I had a headache for two days, even though I barely left the car.