From the moment I could speak, my mother, a Sunday school teacher with a heart full of faith, taught me and all my siblings how to pray. It began with simple words of gratitude before meals. Then came morning prayers for guidance, which we prayed as sunlight crept through…
There comes a time in life
A time of death, grief and weeping
And the clock does not stop ticking
For life goes on
The comes a time
Of loneliness, emptiness and sorrow
And the sun rises everyday
To symbolize a new beginning
For life goes on
A time of failure, struggle and disappointment comes
And hours turn to…
The Pain of Miscarrying the seed you looked forward to seeing
Miscarriage, you are a thief
Miscarriage, you are cruel
Miscarriage, you are a restless wanderer, searching for the warriors of this earth whom you can attack.
I am talking about our mothers, our women, our birthers
Miscarriage, you never consider, but do as…
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…
You know how they say when you grow up in a burning house, you assume the whole world is on fire? Well, I didn’t grow up in a burning house. Instead, I grew up in a home where we hid the flames. We were all secretly burning inside, but…
My name is Zinhle Ndyike, and I’m from the Vaal Triangle, specifically in Meyerton/Highbury-Henley on Klip. I want to take a moment to share my story in the hope that it reaches those who have ever felt overlooked, belittled, or underestimated. I understand how isolating those feelings can be,…
I vividly recall the awe-inspiring wonder of my early years, when becoming an adult felt like the ultimate goal. I used to watch my parents, aunts, and uncles, convinced they had everything figured out, and I admired them with a mixture of reverence and envy. Life, however, had other…