It hurts to hear, it hurts to know
Women and children all over the world,
Having their lives cut short, don’t you know?
Murdered, abused, their voices silenced each day
A pain that echoes, in every way
Girls, each day, lost to violence and pain
Their futures stolen, their dreams in vain
It hurts, it aches,…
Gardening has always been a significant part of my life and family story. When I was growing up, it provided us with food security and became a source of income for my mother, who sold vegetables to support our household. Later, it played another meaningful role in my family…
This burden feels so heavy.
My tears have become
my only comfort.
Life carries me around
like a dried leaf
blown by the wind.
Oh, Life, give me peace.
I am so tired.
I cannot bear this anymore.
All I can do now is cry.
Life, look what you made me do.
Here I am, alone with
my thoughts once more.
Life,…
My Dearest Scars
You were an uninvited guest,
but you made a home in my skin.
A silent story of a battle that found me.
First, you were nothing but pain:
the surgeon’s cut, the chemo’s fever,
a landscape of loss drawn on my body.
But now?
You’re the measure of
How I refused to disappear.
Every mark is…
I am Joyce Mojapelo, 33 years old, and my life’s journey has been shaped by both deep loss and incredible restoration. I grew up in a warm, loving home with both my parents. My father was gentle and kind; my mother was strict yet deeply caring, generous, and protective….
Between career and the calling
Who am I?
What suits?
What is ideal to follow?
Where do I refer to?
Confusing right? Yes, it should
It is about my lifetime choice
It is a career choice.
It should be tempting and scary to decide on.
Is it my calling or career choice?
Am I even worthy of it?
Should I…
At first, change felt like a heavy backpack,
Full of things I didn’t know how to unpack.
“Where do I even start?” I would sigh,
Stuck in old habits, too scared to try.
Then I noticed the little things…
A missed call, a hurt loved one’s face,
The way my stubbornness left no space
For love…
I grew up in a small, run-down house on the village outskirts of Thohoyandou, a town where hope often felt like a luxury we couldn’t afford. Money was always scarce. My mother, a single parent with no steady job, worked tirelessly, taking whatever odd jobs she could find, just…
Trees of life
The sweet smell of oranges
Their juices trickling and dribbling down our cheeks
Wetting our throats
Quenching our thirsts
Its nectar tickling our buds
Providing of needed vitamins and great health
Beautiful and majestic indigenous trees
Nourishing earth
Soothing the ozone layer
Giving us life
So we can breathe again
Engulfed in their shade
Toxic fumes tampered by their…