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Growing up without a father

Growing up in a rural small village here in Africa, I knew what it meant to struggle. My father had passed away when I was just nine months old, leaving my mother to care for our family of seven alone. Four boys and three girls, including my disabled brother,…

Golden love story

My name is Christian Mwandingi. I’m from Namibia and a single mother of 4 sons.

This is my love story of going through rejection by all four fathers of my 4 children when each one of them abandoned me the day he found out that I was pregnant.

My family and friends also…

The Quiet Hum Of Life

In the quiet hum of life’s embrace,
We grow, we learn, we find our place.
Maturing with each gradual step we take,
Accountable for all misadventures we make.

With tender hands, we hold the ones we love,
Beneath the setting suns, a 💯% and above.
Our umbilical bond, the fuel that lets us live.
A mutualistic…

The Lost Child Innocence

 

During my secondary school vacation, I met a guy who worked at a nearby church. He would often glance at me when he passed by our home, and I found myself wondering if he was interested in me. I started making an effort to be outside whenever he walked…

My First Crush: A Journey of Self discovery

The intensity of my first crush was like a tidal wave, sweeping me up in its powerful tide. I was just a young girl, barely 10 years old, yet I felt like I was drowning in the depths of my emotions. Ken, a tall and handsome boy, became the…

Embracing Salvation: A life changing encounter

As I continued on my journey after my failed relationship with Brian, I began to feel a deep sense of emptiness inside. I tried to fill it with entertainment, parties, and food, but nothing seemed to satisfy me. I felt lost and alone, like I was wandering through a…

POEM: Mama, you traitor!

Mama, you traitor!

Mama promised me a quiet holiday,
While he promised me a quiet night,
Just us and the stars.

Two days, he said,
Two days I’d promised him,
Two days at Mama’s village.
A land where whispers linger in the fog,
Where news travels faster than curious neighbors peering over the fence,
And where the thatched…

Dark-skinned girl!

Dark-skinned girl, I am
Lived through the rainbow colors
Saw all the distractions
My confidence shaken
My mind swallowed; as a dark-skinned girl, I kept moving.

Dark skinned girl
A word of power
A power through my veins
A force pinning through
Shades of colour influencing my thought
But I remembered I am a dark-skinned girl
I kept moving.

Dark skinned…