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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…

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,…

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…

Poem: The Pressure that comes with compliments

I am a female, bold and bright all day long
I sweat and still go on
I pull up and show up in my hood
The compliments from my peers sometimes overwhelm
Reality strikes and weighs on my shoulders
It is the pressure that comes with a compliment

I go to my hood with pride
I…