Life Goes On ~ By Anathi Kom
There comes a time in life
A time of death, grief and weeping
And the clock does not stop ticking
For life goes on
The comes a time
Of loneliness, emptiness and sorrow
And the sun rises everyday
To symbolize a new beginning
For life goes on
A time of failure, struggle and disappointment comes
And hours turn to…
The Spirit of Miscarriage~ By Nonny Vee
The Pain of Miscarrying the seed you looked forward to seeing
Miscarriage, you are a thief
Miscarriage, you are cruel
Miscarriage, you are a restless wanderer, searching for the warriors of this earth whom you can attack.
I am talking about our mothers, our women, our birthers
Miscarriage, you never consider, but do as…
When All You’ve Ever Known Is Poverty~ By Mutshidzi
I grew up in a small, run-down house on the village outskirts of Thohoyandou, a town where hope often felt like a luxury we couldn’t afford. Money was always scarce. My mother, a single parent with no steady job, worked tirelessly, taking whatever odd jobs she could find, just…
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…