An Ode To My Mother
Sing a million praises to my Mother.
Orisa bi ti Iya kosi laye.
Call her the virtuous woman.
Yes, she is a selfless woman.
Add the ambitious woman to the list too.
She put me first before anything,
And anyone and even before herself.
Her name is love because she abides in love.
Not just an ordinary…
Geraldine’s story: From Homelessness, Abuse, and Divorce to finding Love, God and Bringing Hope to others
My name is Geraldine, and this is my story. My journey has been one of immense struggle and faith. I was born and raised in Rustenburg, where my parents ran a business for 18 years. Right from the beginning of my childhood, challenges arose, particularly during my teenage years,…
Drastic steps of life
In the heart of an informal settlement, where the dusty streets echoed with the sounds of struggle and resilience, there lived a young girl named Jacqueline Kabungwe, known to all as Jackie. Softhearted yet short-tempered, loving yet too emotional, Jackie’s early years were marked by a tapestry of hardships…
Choosing motherhood over everything
My name is Chanel Barker. An ambitious 35-year-old white women who was born and bred in the United States but relocated to South Africa age 14 after my parents divorced. My parent’s divorce hit me hard and till this very moment, it’s been hard to keep up with the…
“I am married to an abuser, a narcissist, and a very selfish person”
My name is Mrs. S, and I am married to my husband, Mr. S. I am a 37-year-old coloured woman. I was born and raised in Cape Town but moved to Johannesburg in 2010 during the World Cup. I am the oldest of four sisters. My mom passed away…
Blessing Musonda’s Childhood Trauma
I have dedicated my life to helping people understand childhood trauma, redefine their perception of behaviour, and make tangible changes in their approaches. There’s truth and growth in pain, but only if it is brought out into the open. This is my story. I have often avoided my past,…
My name is Merci, and this is my story
Loving and being loved have always been my wishes, influenced by the idealized portrayals in movies. In nursery school, there was a girl named Tasha. She was undeniably pretty, and our classmates would compete to sit next to her. In contrast, no one wanted to sit with me, even…