Through the storm
I walked
Two hours every day,
The sky wept, the sun blazed,
Through rain that soaked my soul,
And the heat that dried my dreams,
I walked.
The weight of my dream was heavier than the backpack I carried,
My feet blistered, my heart bruised,
Yet each step whispered:
“Keep going, don’t quit”
Four years in the…
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…
As I sat at my desk, staring at the blank page before me, I felt discouraged. My dreams seemed distant, and I wondered if success was merely a myth for a village black girl like me.
Then, I recalled my mentor’s words from my student days: “Success is not a…
It is not many who pursue their dreams later in their lifetime. More so if you are born and raised in a poverty-dominated world. But, at the age of 50, Mrs Phosa, well-known in her village of Ha-Makhuvha, as Ma’am Phosa. Defied the odds and bossed up when she…
For most young black girls living in remote rural and underdeveloped villages, dreams and goals seem arid and/or impossible to reach. I know that because I was once that young black girl whose dreams were clouded by the societal misconceptions of what a woman can and should be. Having…
Growing up in a township it pained my heart to see how parents degraded their children because their dreams were taking longer than they should to be fulfilled. Siblings turned against each other. Parents became enemies and aunts and uncles sometimes made comparisons. All because one of the children…
