Poisoning Myself With Hatred~ By Senselina Guriras
I finally realized that I poisoned myself with hatred,
Because I hated everyone and everything I set my eyes on.
Hatred took my dignity,
It took away the beauty within me
And it all cost me my life.
Because of hatred,
I ran away from reality,
I couldn’t face it anymore.
Hatred penetrated my heart with its…
Grief, Grit and Growth by Mathapelo Atoro
My name is Mathapelo Atoro and I am from a very small town named Gibing, near Wepener, in the Free State province. I was raised by my single mother, alongside my late grandparents. My mother worked as a domestic worker to provide for us. I have a younger brother…
A Lady’s Dreary Dream
A Lady’s Dreary Dream
And there she was,
remorseful holding in what she couldn’t reveal.
She sat on a curb in a field of daffodils,
reminiscing his louche creepy charm.
The old man sat playing his golden saxophone mellifluous by the rill.
Her lotus dress reminded her of the nights they’d dance
And chance under the…
Meet Larona, a Young Published Author, Mother and Aspiring Nurse
Larona Tlhobogang is a gifted poet who uses her words to impart wisdom, healing, and inspiration to those who read her work. With a deep love for books and learning, Larona is an avid seeker of knowledge, constantly looking to gain new insights and perspectives from others.
As a passionate…
My Dream’s Weight
Meet Maria, a 19-year-old fighting for her future. Every morning for years, she walked two hours to school because her family couldn’t afford transport. Many would have quit – but Maria kept walking. She studied by candlelight when there was no electricity. She passed her exams when others said…
My Name Is Magdalyne, And This Is My Story
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…
POEM: African
My name is an African daughter
They took my childhood from me
I became the daughter of Achilles
I’ve been worried
I’ve been hungry
I’ve suffered
I was a kid.
I grew up early,
Like all the unfortunate women of this land
Life is too hard –
Life is cruel, unfortunately cruel
Life is unfair to women of this land
Life…