That night, I sat on my bedroom floor, the remnants of my day scattered around me—unfinished
personal projects, unanswered messages, and a growing sense of isolation. The walls felt like they
were closing in, a reminder of everything I had neglected. I had allowed doubt and fear to take over,
pushing away…
POEM
ALREADY LOVED
I am the sting in your strong coffee,
I burn habitual liars’ tongues.
They don’t even feel good between the thighs anyway.
This poem is a melody of praise for
Men who can fix the ruins of childbirth
And storms,
For women who have experienced the actual ruptures of soul and spirit.
These words are…
My name is Nokubonga Nomfihlo Mthwakazi, a 30-year-old woman. I was born to Zoleka and Fikile and was raised by my grandmother, Teteyi, who is my maternal grandmother and a descendant of the Mayirheni clan. I grew up in the small town of Ngcobo, in the village of Qebe.
I…
POEM:
Poverty you are so cruel
Poverty you take away joy
Poverty you control and take over
We fight you, we pray against you
We ask from the almighty to get rid of you, yet you poverty you stand still and ensure we feel your presence
I have tried all ways with the pros and…
What a journey it’s been. I’m so grateful to my creator for waking me up to my true self. At first,
everything was changing in my life in a way that didn’t make sense to me. I was losing everything…
Then Chapter 33 happened – the age that flipped everything.
I realized…
Caged by my culture
A custom in my society
A girl to stay at home and be taught to take care of a home
While a boy child goes to school to be educated
This culture should be eliminated,
Women and girls’ dreams are shattered,
Nowhere to run, no one to run to,
I must follow…
