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…
My story rising from the Depths of Stigma!!! My name is Chantelle Shangare, and I am proud to be the mother of a remarkable child, a unique hero whose journey began with a tragic accident but whose spirit has inspired a movement.
My son developed cerebral palsy after a life-altering fall into…
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…
My name is Nolia Moshodi, and I am a mother and a passionate advocate for women’s health and well-being, especially for young African, Black, and Brown women. My journey into raising awareness and advocating for issues affecting women is deeply personal and profoundly shaped by my own experiences with…
The worst plan one can ever have is no plan at all. I was born in a family without a plan. My parents lived on the greater part as reactionaries to their unfortunate experiences. Every major decision they made came as a result of something rather than as a…
My name is Sophie Ntsubulane, and I was born in the Eastern Cape. I am a 37-year-old African woman with a passion for life, changes, and bettering livelihoods. At the age of 6 years, my mom moved to Orange farm with me and my siblings. we did not know…
I should have been more careful. It’s not that I did not have enough education around STI’s. Still, somehow, I didn’t think that I was doing anything dangerous. I started seeing a guy from my university 2 months ago. He’s 2 years ahead of me, but because we are…
The day the doctors uttered those words that felt like a sledgehammer to our hearts. “Your daughter has autism.”
I can still remember the moment so clearly. It felt like everything stopped. The room felt small, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was like a giant weight…
It’s hard feeling judged just because of how my babies came into this world. There is this thing in our community where they make you feel like you are less of a woman if you didn’t have a “natural” birth. Like pushing your baby out is the only way…