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POEM: For The Sake Of My Child

It’s okay, I’ll be strong,
But being a woman isn’t easy – all day long.
I carry a heavy load, the burden of expectations high,
A heavy heart with judgments to hold.

I wear many hats, with roles to juggle,
Care for others, work, and handle this and that,
I put others first, giving until…

Golden love story

My name is Christian Mwandingi. I’m from Namibia and a single mother of 4 sons.

This is my love story of going through rejection by all four fathers of my 4 children when each one of them abandoned me the day he found out that I was pregnant.

My family and friends also…

Rising from the Depths of Stigma!!!

My story rising from the Depths of Stigma!!! My name is Chantelle Shangare, and I am proud to be the mother of a remarkable child, a unique hero whose journey began with a tragic accident but whose spirit has inspired a movement.

My son developed cerebral palsy after a life-altering fall into…

My Journey of Resilience and Purpose

Reflecting on my life’s defining moments, I am reminded of the power of resilience, self-improvement, and reclaiming one’s voice. My story began unfolding at 21, during my final year at Benue State University, Makurdi, where I studied accounting.

_A Daunting Health Challenge_

At 21, I faced a daunting health challenge. After…

The Sum Of Thee

In the silence, where shadows drift,
In shock, the road I walk I cannot lift,
Each step a weight, each breath a sigh,
Chasing impenetrable shadows I cannot deny.

The looped-echoes of a past mistake
Whisper softly, making my soul shake,
A thick chain of guilt, a thread of shame,
Binding me to a particular prehistoric…

The Quiet Hum Of Life

In the quiet hum of life’s embrace,
We grow, we learn, we find our place.
Maturing with each gradual step we take,
Accountable for all misadventures we make.

With tender hands, we hold the ones we love,
Beneath the setting suns, a 💯% and above.
Our umbilical bond, the fuel that lets us live.
A mutualistic…

The Lost Child Innocence

 

During my secondary school vacation, I met a guy who worked at a nearby church. He would often glance at me when he passed by our home, and I found myself wondering if he was interested in me. I started making an effort to be outside whenever he walked…

Aborting a Future: The Betrayal

As I reflect on my past, I realize my journey has been marked by moments of lust, anger, and pain. It began when I left for university after a vacation, stepping into a world filled with temptation and choices I wasn’t prepared for.

I found myself drawn to various handsome…