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Don’t Judge! Think Twice ~By Annette

Most of us are in cocoons that only we as individuals are aware of. Pits that we fear the worst and would rather bury it in our hearts than speak it out. In our minds, we fear what people will perceive of us. Sometimes, we feel alone and have…

A Soul Torn, A Spirit Unbroken by Shamyne Mwila

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…

Midnight Thought – By Dativa Mugashe

Many believe knowledge is power, but it might be according to someone’s situation. When studying, knowledge becomes a sense of fulfilment; it brings hope and enlightenment in relationships and pursues dreams regarding careers, while it might be scary when applied to understanding self-identity and personality. As I learn and…

Do You see her? _A poem By Itohan Ekle

“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…

A Proud Mother of 3 beautiful kids

My name is Martha Nambisa. I was born and raised in the Vaal Triangle, Sharpeville. I am 35 years old and have three kids.

My eldest daughter is 18, yes! She’s immensely grown, and the responsibilities have forced her to age quickly.

My first child was still at school when I…

FROM LONELINESS TO PURPOSE

I was born into a Muslim home, where the teachings of the Quran and the traditions of our faith shaped the way I saw the world. I studied the Quran, completed Walimot, and followed the customs of my upbringing, but there was always a feeling deep within me that…

Story of being a firstborn child.

Story of being a firstborn child.
Growing up, I was forced to step up and be a mother to my siblings. At the age of seven, when my peers were attending school, I was at home looking after my younger brother and sister. I was the eldest in the house;…