My name is an African daughter
They took my childhood from me
I became the daughter of Achilles
I’ve been worried
I’ve been hungry
I’ve suffered
I was a kid.
I grew up early,
Like all the unfortunate women of this land
Life is too hard –
Life is cruel, unfortunately cruel
Life is unfair to women of this land
Life…
It seemed like it the other noon,
Heat’d by the sun,
Slapp’d by the winds.
The ocean,
A few flirts.
From suns to heatwaves,
Waves to winds,
Winds to evolution of creations,
Nothing against time can make a difference.
Pluck’d, out of place,
The conceited, boring acquaintances
As the sides of a two-day rose flower,
Growth and death,
All in none.
How do…
I was 12 when my world crumbled. It happened suddenly, without warning, like a storm that had been gathering silently in the distance. My father married a second wife, and my mother, his partner of so many years, found out about it the same way I did—when my father…
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…
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…
Here is the thing about the weight of the world…
Sometimes it might feel like the darkness is swallowing you whole.
And you are tangled in a blanket of despair,
Wondering if anyone else feels the same way.
And if there even a sliver of hope left?
Maybe your mind is a constant battlefield…
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…
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…