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…
You wake up, not because you want to, but because the light creeping through the curtains demands it. The weight of the night clings to you like a suffocating blanket, leaving you paralyzed, unable to shake the darkness that’s been following you for so long. You lie there, staring…
Mama feared the river for what it took; I loved it for what it carried away.
The river knows my name. It has whispered it since I was a child, its voice curling through the reeds, dancing over the rocks, and sinking into the depths where secrets sleep. The current…
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…
Mama, you traitor!
Mama promised me a quiet holiday,
While he promised me a quiet night,
Just us and the stars.
Two days, he said,
Two days I’d promised him,
Two days at Mama’s village.
A land where whispers linger in the fog,
Where news travels faster than curious neighbors peering over the fence,
And where the thatched…
Wow, I married at a very tender age, immediately after secondary school. Then, I quickly gained university admission, having so many dreams of what my life would look like. To my surprise, it turned into a nightmare. My laughter and glow turned to sorrow, pain, anguish, and regret. My…
My name is Mrs. S, and I am married to my husband, Mr. S. I am a 37-year-old coloured woman. I was born and raised in Cape Town but moved to Johannesburg in 2010 during the World Cup. I am the oldest of four sisters. My mom passed away…
I have dedicated my life to helping people understand childhood trauma, redefine their perception of behaviour, and make tangible changes in their approaches. There’s truth and growth in pain, but only if it is brought out into the open. This is my story. I have often avoided my past,…