I never imagined that a place I considered my refuge would cast me out so cruelly. I went to the church seeking comfort, seeking solace, but instead, I was met with rejection and words that cut deeper than any blade.
I still remember the moment when I got the courage…
Being the eldest daughter in a Zimbabwean community is like being handed a crown and a mountain to carry at the same time. From the day I came into this world, it seemed like everyone expected the world from me.
It is a bit like being a stand-in mom. There’s…
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…
I was just a young girl when my mother disappeared from my life, a faceless absence that left me with a void I couldn’t comprehend. Raised by my grandmother, I grew up without the warmth of a mother’s love, her absence like a silent echo in the background of…
The journey of raising my teenage daughter as a single mom has not been easy. Some days, the weight of responsibilities feels like an huge mountain, but I push through because I love my daughter with everything in me.
The absence of her father is what makes everything even harder….
Being a mother at the age of 18 was undoubtedly one of the most challenging, yet ultimately transformative experiences of my life. At that tender age, I found myself standing at the threshold of adulthood, with the weight of motherhood suddenly thrust upon my shoulders. It was a path…
Growing up in a family of six individuals, which consisted of my grandmother, father, mother, uncle, sister, and myself, my life embarked on a challenging journey from the very beginning. I remember one fateful year, 1998 to be precise when I was just a Grade 1 learner, my innocence…
When I think about my choice to sign the prenuptial agreement, I feel a wave of different feelings. At the time, it seemed like a smart and sensible choice, a way to protect against an unsure future. But as time has gone on, questions and regrets have started to…
