Garden of Memories, by Daniella Orhin
I can’t forget you,
Nor can I abandon my thoughts of you,
Because in my garden of memories,
You’re still the tallest tree among the many.
Even when I try to cut down the branches
Of our shared laughs and smiles,
They grow back faster than ever,
and memories I consider dead come back to life.
ABOUT…
To me motherhood is a badge of honor.
Women! Mothers! Girls! I never knew the depth of these until I lived all the three.
I am a final student at one of the universities in Uganda. I gave birth to a healthy baby boy in my second year at the University. Everything changed since then. After my boyfriend…
A Melody in Words, by Lydie Uwantege,
“Mirror, Mirror”
Mirror, Mirror.
Who’s the prettiest of them all? Not me. Certainly.
Look at all the beauties out there. Surely have you seen my crooked smile? What about my pimples? And what about my big ears? Oh how glad I am that you can only see my face. I hear my…
I no longer live in fear because the hero I was always searching for lives in me
Hello, my name is Tshegofatso Tlholwe from a village called Thamaga in Botswana. I always tell people that I love my name because it has a deeper meaning that I live for. Tshegofatso means Blessing, and I personally feel like I am a blessing to myself, family, friends and…
Life can be anything and today I hope it’s full
Life can be anything and today I hope it’s full:
Full of everything good
Full of the love I crave
In the night time, when I’m lonely —
and my tears keep falling.
Full of the care I need
In the day time, when I’m lost —
and trouble keeps calling.
Full of rest.
I am tired, I’m…
My Journey from the small village of Meru in Kenya to the World stage
As a young Black woman, my journey began in a small village tucked away in the heart of Meru, Kenya. Growing up admist the rustling trees and golden fields, my dreams soared higher than the tallest mountain peaks that surrounded us. Education was my gateway to a world beyond…
She Can! by Belva Marie
In the quiet whispers of dawn, she rises,
Strength woven in the braids of her hair,
Battles fought in silent halls echo loudly,
Challenges met with grace, yet they stare.
She walks in rooms where voices falter,
With every step, she claims her space,
Glass ceilings may loom above her,
But she, undaunted, sets the pace.
From…