My name is Chanel Barker. An ambitious 35-year-old white women who was born and bred in the United States but relocated to South Africa age 14 after my parents divorced. My parent’s divorce hit me hard and till this very moment, it’s been hard to keep up with the…
My name is Nolia Moshodi, and I am a mother and a passionate advocate for women’s health and well-being, especially for young African, Black, and Brown women. My journey into raising awareness and advocating for issues affecting women is deeply personal and profoundly shaped by my own experiences with…
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…
All schools had closed countrywide, and students had gone home for the holidays. There was excitement everywhere since it was going to be a long break. On a Saturday morning, we prepared for a Sunday visit to a different church my sister had told us about. According to her…
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,…
Some people, especially Christians believe in generational curses, whereas ‘historians’ believe that history repeats itself. They all are correct in one way or the other. In December 2012, my family was reduced by one; after months of battling with liver failure, my brother and follower succumbed to the disease…
The day the doctors uttered those words that felt like a sledgehammer to our hearts. “Your daughter has autism.”
I can still remember the moment so clearly. It felt like everything stopped. The room felt small, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. It was like a giant weight…
My father was a tailor, and I followed in his footsteps. One day when I was still a teenager, a woman, claiming expertise in fashion design, asked for permission from my parents to stay with me and teach me the craft while working for her. Unbeknownst to me, she…
As I stand at this crossroads of custom and modernity, my heart is torn between wanting to respect traditional beliefs and wanting my child’s well-being to come first. My husband and I have had a difficult conversation about circumcision, which shows how hard it is to be a parent…