Excuses, Abuses, Refuses
Call her a Girl Child
Always new news of misuses and Loses
Call her a Girl Child
Denounces, Produces, Bruises, Cruises
Call her a Girl Child
Stop making a fuse; permit my reviews of the Girl Child
Call me a Girl Child.
I may be weak, but I bring forth a strong generation
Call me…
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…
When I was 19, I received a life-altering diagnosis. The doctors called it soft tissue sarcoma. The tumour spanned from my pelvis to my knee, entangling itself with every soft tissue it could reach, including the sciatic nerve. The treatment plan was aggressive and unrelenting: radiation, surgery, chemotherapy, followed…
While we still have time, let’s gather around.
Let us share laughter and jokes freely.
Let’s continue to cherish each other’s grace.
Let’s make the most of this precious time.
While we have time, let’s chase our dreams.
We are working towards our goals.
Also taking a breath to ourselves
To reflect and nourish our souls
While…
My name is Prisca, a young, dark African girl. I grew up in the southeastern part of Nigeria, West Africa. This is the story of how I moved from a fearful little girl trying to survive the societal impacts of her community to a confident young lady who is…
In tender years, life’s storms began to rage,
A matriarch’s loss, a heart’s turning page.
Four and a half, with my sister by my side,
Left in aunt’s care, our father went abroad to reside.
South Africa’s call, a new life to unfold,
Education’s promise, young dreams to mold.
But stepmother’s shade cast darkness on…