From LSEN Schools to Winning International Awards Representing South Africa~ By Zinhle Ndyike
My name is Zinhle Ndyike, and I’m from the Vaal Triangle, specifically in Meyerton/Highbury-Henley on Klip. I want to take a moment to share my story in the hope that it reaches those who have ever felt overlooked, belittled, or underestimated. I understand how isolating those feelings can be,…
Trees Of Life ~By Busi Ngwenya
Trees of life
The sweet smell of oranges
Their juices trickling and dribbling down our cheeks
Wetting our throats
Quenching our thirsts
Its nectar tickling our buds
Providing of needed vitamins and great health
Beautiful and majestic indigenous trees
Nourishing earth
Soothing the ozone layer
Giving us life
So we can breathe again
Engulfed in their shade
Toxic fumes tampered by their…
“From Cradle Bars to Camera Lenses: How I Accidentally Became a Voice of Creative Influence in Uganda”~By Nicole
If you had told me a decade ago that I’d become a voice of creative influence in Uganda—while raising two sons, surviving the chaos of post production, and working on studying human rights law in Japan—I probably would’ve laughed, spilled tea on your shoes, and gone back to sketching…
The Rebirth And Worth Of Me~ By Erica
Dear relentless love,
Look at what you made me do; I’m a pretty unfiltered fool for you. Through the epic ups and downs, through the tides that came with the deathly storms that rose high above the clouds, through the countless moments that got broad smiles converted from vivid frowns,…
I Hope You Remember~ By Larona
I hope you remember
the poem from your birthday.
Let’s set aside my reeking anxiety,
how I failed your audience,
how I couldn’t articulate,
and how shame sought me
with persistence.
What I’m trying to say is—
I hope you remember
how much I valued you,
to the depths where lava is found,
the core of the earth,
the core of…
Reintroducing Myself ~ Mutshidzi Kwinda
Imagine this… a wide, clear blue African sky above you with the horizon that disappears behind the green hills and mountains, in a village filled with old, interesting stories passed down through generations. This is where I come from. My roots are fixed deep in the red most fertile…
Nostalgia~ Faith Matins
The wheels rolling unstoppable as time passes by,
There in with different souls as passersby,
Each soul a beauty, a specialty in tow,
Leaving colors splattered where spirit glows.
The good old memories, their sweetness clear,
As fresh as an untainted atmosphere,
The chatters, bickers of love we embrace
Lived through seasons in time and space.
Chapters…