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Meet Daniella Mwamva, the founder of The Mwinda Sisterhood Sharing

Meet Daniella Mwanva Remy, a refugee woman empowering others through skills and
knowledge to meet their basic needs.

“In 2014, at just 14 years old, I fled the Democratic Republic of Congo with my family due to
insecurity and sought refuge in Uganda. Adjusting to life in Nakivale was tough. Coming from…

YES, I AM A WOMAN By Itohan Ekle

Yes, I am a woman,
But I am also human.

Yes, I am a woman,
But I possess a free mind.

I am a true one,
With stories of perseverance,
That has stretched across generations.

I might be a woman,
But I won’t be society’s crude,
To refine and sell however they deem fit.

I won’t accept the sexist…

She Evolves – A Poem by Sophie Ntsubane

She Evolves, a movement born
A call to action, a heart that’s sworn
To be the change, to make a stand
To nurture growth, with a gentle hand.

A Tree Planted is a story told
Of dreams and hopes, of a future to mold
With every seed, a vision takes root
A symbol of strength, a…

The African Tapestry

In Savanna’s golden light,
Where acacia trees stand tall and bright,
A tapestry of cultures unfolds.
In a rich brocade of stories yet untold.

From pyramids to grand kingdoms,
Africa’s history is rooted in desert sand,
And the rhythms of djembe drums beat strong
As ancestors’ spirits sing a timeless song.

Colours dance and play in vibrant…

Turning Waste into Wealth by Favour Ojieh

I am Favour Ojieh, chemical Scientist founder of VOCA (voice of Climate Action); growing up in Obiaruku, Delta State, Nigeria, surrounded by lush green landscapes and natural beauty, I developed an innate love for the environment.

But it wasn’t until my NYSC service year in Bayelsa, where I was assigned…

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,…