Shamyne Doreen Mwila
A soul so bright,
Torn apart by darkness and endless fight.
Bipolar disorder’s waves crash on her shore,
As schizophrenia’s whispers echo evermore.
Her loved ones, they couldn’t understand,
The turmoil raged like a stormy land.
They rejected her with words that cut deep,
Leaving her to face the demons, asleep.
Her thoughts, a jumbled…
Mama feared the river for what it took; I loved it for what it carried away.
The river knows my name. It has whispered it since I was a child, its voice curling through the reeds, dancing over the rocks, and sinking into the depths where secrets sleep. The current…
My name is Zipora Tachi Mramba. A young lady of Tanzania in the Arusha region. Aged 19 years. I am currently studying at the St. Jude School in Arusha, Tanzania. I am in form five and pursuing EGM (Economics, Geography and Mathematics) combination.
I am passionate about creating awareness about…
It seemed like it the other noon,
Heat’d by the sun,
Slapp’d by the winds.
The ocean,
A few flirts.
From suns to heatwaves,
Waves to winds,
Winds to evolution of creations,
Nothing against time can make a difference.
Pluck’d, out of place,
The conceited, boring acquaintances
As the sides of a two-day rose flower,
Growth and death,
All in none.
How do…
She is a star.
She was born into a cruel world.
Life’s struggles, problems, and triumphs were her reflection.
She wanted to be heard by thousands.
She travelled miles on miles for her voice to be heard.
For her dreams, talents, and skills to see the glimpse of light.
She forgets the author of her…
Meet Daniella Mwanva Remy, a refugee woman empowering others through skills and
knowledge to meet their basic needs.
“In 2014, at just 14 years old, I fled the Democratic Republic of Congo with my family due to
insecurity and sought refuge in Uganda. Adjusting to life in Nakivale was tough. Coming from…
Yes, I am a woman,
But I am also human.
Yes, I am a woman,
But I possess a free mind.
I am a true one,
With stories of perseverance,
That has stretched across generations.
I might be a woman,
But I won’t be society’s crude,
To refine and sell however they deem fit.
I won’t accept the sexist…
“Do you see her?”
“Who?”
“Her,” she says, pointing to the window.
“I don’t see anyone or hear any voices. Are you okay?”
She is standing right there.
“There is no one there.”
“Are you freaking blind? She is right there!”
She could feel the little girl’s uneasiness with the woman having company.
The girl liked being…