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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…

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,…

POEM: For The Sake Of My Child

It’s okay, I’ll be strong,
But being a woman isn’t easy – all day long.
I carry a heavy load, the burden of expectations high,
A heavy heart with judgments to hold.

I wear many hats, with roles to juggle,
Care for others, work, and handle this and that,
I put others first, giving until…

Poem: The Pressure that comes with compliments

I am a female, bold and bright all day long
I sweat and still go on
I pull up and show up in my hood
The compliments from my peers sometimes overwhelm
Reality strikes and weighs on my shoulders
It is the pressure that comes with a compliment

I go to my hood with pride
I…

My Journey of Resilience and Purpose

Reflecting on my life’s defining moments, I am reminded of the power of resilience, self-improvement, and reclaiming one’s voice. My story began unfolding at 21, during my final year at Benue State University, Makurdi, where I studied accounting.

_A Daunting Health Challenge_

At 21, I faced a daunting health challenge. After…

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…

Aborting a Future: The Betrayal

As I reflect on my past, I realize my journey has been marked by moments of lust, anger, and pain. It began when I left for university after a vacation, stepping into a world filled with temptation and choices I wasn’t prepared for.

I found myself drawn to various handsome…

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…

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…