My life changed forever when I discovered that I am HIV positive. The news came during my pregnancy with my youngest child. At first, I was filled with confusion and denial, and I felt betrayed by my partner. It turned out that the virus was transmitted by my baby’s father, whom I was dating at the time. I already have two kids who are now young teenagers, and I never thought something like this could happen to me or my loved ones.

My biggest concern was that my baby would be born with the virus. However, I didn’t know much about HIV, as I come from a rural area where the stigma is louder than literacy. So, I had to seek help from the nurses at the clinic. Unfortunately, those nurses didn’t treat me with respect either. They looked at me and said that I was reckless for getting pregnant knowing that I am HIV positive. Their words were hurtful and made me feel like I was worthless, unwelcome and unseen.

I haven’t told anyone else except my mom and sister about my condition because of the humiliation I experienced from the allocated health  professionals and the fear of being judged. Their attitudes made me realize that nobody else cares, especially those who’ve never been in my situation. In this world, I have realised that being poor means that your life isn’t valuable. People make assumptions and judge you based on their beliefs, and nothing you say or do can change their minds.

The only mistake I made was trusting my partner without taking the necessary precautions, and unfortunately, my life has been changed forever. However, my baby was born HIV-negative, and I can’t explain how that happened. It was a miracle and we give thanks to God for the divine protection over my daughter. God has been with me all along. Even when things get hard, and it feels like there’s no way out, God gives me strength and guides me towards the right path.

Living with HIV is a challenge that I have to face every day. I started taking ARVs, and my viral load has been suppressed since then. However, it’s not easy to live with the stigma that comes with the virus. People often judge me and treat me differently once they find out about my condition. It’s hard to explain to them that being HIV positive does not define who I am as a person.

My advice to everyone is not to trust others too much, especially when it comes to sexual relationships. Protect yourself. Encourage your partner to get tested for HIV with you before engaging in sexual intercourse. Always use protection, especially condoms, to reduce the chance of getting infected with sexually transmitted diseases. It’s crucial to get educated about HIV and AIDS, as it helps to prevent the spread of the virus.

Living with HIV is not easy, but it’s possible to live a healthy and fulfilling life despite the challenges. I hope my story can inspire and encourage others who may be going through similar situations. Remember, you are not alone, and there is always hope.

By: Anonymous

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If you could see me now,
You would know that I’m itching to write again.
I’m dying to let it flow through my fingers onto this paper.
If you could see me now,
You would know that I can’t bear it anymore,
Rather I say the passion is ripping me apart.

I’m waiting for you to let go of me.
I’m waiting for you to accept my fate.
I’m waiting for you to reason with reason.
I’m waiting.

If I had courage, I’d leap off the edge and soar,
If I had the strength, I’d be pissed at you,
If I could, I’d be tormented by the burning sensation,
I yearn to set myself free.

I ran, you followed
I yearned, you looked
I burned, you wept
I cried, you wailed

Surely surely surely
The drums in my stomach
The passion roared in my eyes
The joy whisked me to a thought.

I ran to my freedom, I flew
I reached for this pen, I clenched the paper
I crawled back to my burning ambers and said to myself:
I AM A POET STILL!

By Sengri
20/12/2017

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I am Favour Ojieh, chemical Scientist founder of VOCA (voice of Climate Action); growing up in Obiaruku, Delta State, Nigeria, surrounded by lush green landscapes and natural beauty, I developed an innate love for the environment.

But it wasn’t until my NYSC service year in Bayelsa, where I was assigned to the Ministry of Environment, that this love transformed into purpose. I vividly remember the day a devastating flood swept through my apartment.

It was a wake-up call. My director, Mr. Ere Wakedei, introduced me to environmental meetings, including one with Terra Global. This exposure opened my eyes to the urgent need for climate action, especially in our communities. Fueled by passion, I embarked on a journey to create solutions. My research into recycling began with something simple yet impactful plastic waste.

I envisioned transforming what many discarded as useless into something valuable. After about 20 months of experiments, some failing, I succeeded in creating VOCA Shoe Polish, a product born from recycled plastic waste. It wasn’t just about making shoe polish but showing that waste could be wealth. However, the journey was far from easy. Financial constraints were a constant hurdle. I poured my NYSC savings into the project, and when that wasn’t enough, I turned to my family, who supported me despite the uncertainty. Failure became my teacher as countless trials didn’t go as planned. But each setback strengthened my resolve to find solutions.

My challenges extended beyond funding and experiments. Raising awareness about environmental issues was a battle in itself. Convincing people to adopt sustainable practices in a world driven by convenience felt like shouting into the void. Yet, I held on to my vision of making environmentalism
accessible and practical. Today, VOCA Shoe Polish is not just a product; it’s a movement. It is a testament that sustainable solutions are within our reach when we dare to think differently. Beyond shoe polish, I’ve also taken to educating others and authored a book titled “The Wealth in Waste” (How recycling can save the planet).

I teach young people how to turn waste into fashionable bags and footwear, promoting eco-friendly, affordable fashion. This initiative has kept many youth engaged and empowered. Despite the progress, the challenges remain. Funding for larger-scale projects and spreading this
message globally is still a work in progress. But I draw strength from the lives I’ve touched and the growing realization that small actions ripple into big changes.

To anyone facing obstacles, my story is a reminder: our environment is our responsibility. We have the power to innovate, create, and inspire. Persistence can turn dreams into reality even when the odds get stacked against us. Let’s transform our communities, one solution at a time.

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I may be brought to my knees,
But I am not weak.
Though tears may fall from pain,
Frustration, and disappointment,
I will rise with a proud smile,
Filled with fulfillment, peace, and strength.

I may stumble and fall,
But I am not a failure.
Failure is not defined by falling
It’s about staying down.
And I refuse to stay down.

No matter how great the mountain,
I will climb.
No matter how deep the valley,
I will walk through it.
No matter how vast the ocean,
I will cross it.

There is nothing that can stop me,
Because the God I serve stands beside me,
Stronger than any army
That might come against me.

— Makanakaishe Gunda

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My name is Nadia. I was born and bred in Sebokeng Vaal triangle. My family relocated to Orange Farm when I was 12 years old, in grade 7. I am 28 years of age. I am a second-born child of 4 siblings. I matriculated in 2016 with excellent results but have never been employed. Like every young star, my dream was to become a successful being who my siblings could look up to and my parents could be proud of. Life had it planned differently.

I matriculated in 2016. Fortunately, my short-lived grace was being accepted at the FET college to do human resources. Yes, HR was not part of my career line; however, with the opportunity, I thought it was better than being home and doing nothing. The course was for 1 year and 6 months; I could only do 7 months into it. The results were good and prolonged the bursary, but my dream cracked when I fell pregnant. I fell pregnant and had to drop out, as that was one of the triggers that could hinder my bursary. Besides, I was forever sick and could not attend my classes as expected.

I dropped out and went back home. For obvious reasons, my parents were not impressed with the outcome, nor was I proud of myself. Baby Daddy returned to his home in Capetown; the last time we saw each other was when I told him we were expecting. He seemed like someone who would support the journey, but to my surprise, he packed all his stuff and went back home, where I had never been, little to trace him. I gave birth to a handsome boy and got his call 5 years later, and that was the end of our communication. I have been trying to be employable again but have yet to succeed. It has been a roller coaster, but my mom’s support is everything.

I am now volunteering at the local clinic, but there is no stipend; however, I am interested in getting internet access because it helps me apply for jobs and internships. I have hope, and I know that 1 day, it will come right. I will for sure become somebody that I have promised myself to be.

Pregnancy can block progress and affect any possibilities of changing our past. Let us use protection until we are in a committed relationship with a promising future.

I learned the hard way, but I am grateful to God for my boy.

By: Nadia Nozipho

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That night, I sat on my bedroom floor, the remnants of my day scattered around me—unfinished personal projects, unanswered messages, and a growing sense of isolation. The walls felt like they were closing in, a reminder of everything I had neglected. I had allowed doubt and fear to take over, pushing away the very things that once brought me joy.

As the hours dragged on, I felt a heaviness in my chest, the realization that I was stuck in a cycle of self-sabotage. I scrolled through my phone, seeing the lives of others unfold while mine felt stagnant. Tears slipped down, a mixture of frustration and sorrow for what I had lost. At that moment, I whispered amid tears,”Never again”. It was a fragile vow but one filled with determination. I realized I couldn’t continue down this path. I had to confront my fears and make a change.

The days that followed were not easy. I wouldn’t even lie that I didn’t have a series of suicidal thoughts. But each day, I woke with a renewed sense of purpose. I sat down with my journal, pouring out my feelings—every fear, every regret. Writing became my lifeline, a way to untangle the mess in my mind. I set small goals for myself: to reach out to a friend, to take a walk outside, to pick up a hobby I had abandoned.

Each day felt like a series of tiny victories, and I replaced my worst nightmare thoughts with Affirmations and Reflections. I began to rediscover the joy of connection. I took walks in the fresh air, letting nature ground me and clear my mind. I picked up my pen and paper again, pouring my emotions into each word. With every small step, I felt the weight lift. I embraced the imperfections and learned to celebrate my progress, no matter how small. I reminded myself that healing is a process, not a destination.

Months later, I stood in front of the mirror, smiling at the reflection of someone who had fought to reclaim her life. This piece is called “Never Again”, I said, feeling the strength in those words. My fears no longer trapped me; I was rising, ready to embrace whatever came next with an open heart and an unwavering spirit.

If my story resonates with you or someone you know, keep this in mind… Even in the darkest moments, there is always hope. You will RISE again, and this time stronger.

Tassy 

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What a journey it’s been! I’m so grateful to my creator for waking me up to my true self. At first, everything in my life changed in a way that didn’t make sense. I was losing everything.

Then Chapter 33 happened – the age that flipped everything. I realized I’m extraordinary, yes, a child of the soil. I’m different, yes, a child of the Nguni’s. I’m chosen, yes, a child of the stars. And being in the world is okay but not part of it.

I realized that my creator is within the great Mama, the elephant. The divine magic and wisdom made me for a greater purpose. That’s when meaning started to form in my life, and everything changed. Building my relationship with my creator has been my greatest gift.

When I say everyone disappeared, I mean it. Because when the High Most claims you back from this crazy world, she removes all the noise, all of it so you can solely focus on your divine power and presence in Spirit and in truth as the WOMB (MAN).

Bulelwa is my name, which is Xhosa and it means: “We Give Thanks.” Growing up, I always wondered why this name. As I got older, I realized that my Grandmother was telling me who I am, the child of the high most; so I should always give thanks for everything in my life, especially the little things, being in Gratitude energy.

Throughout my childhood, I always felt different. I just didn’t fit in. Luckily for me, I enjoyed my solitude and individuality. Like the ocean, I flow with the Rhythm of my soul, the King. My differences were never an issue because I never seemed to follow others; I wanted to be different, as opposed to what is viewed as cool, hip, and trendy. I created my path, which shaped my true essence of leadership.

Like everyone’s, my life journey has never been easy. I’m not perfect and not trying to be, but my motto is to always operate from my heart space, which is love. That’s what carried me in times when I felt like giving up… when I was heartbroken, depressed, and detached from everything.

When you have love in your heart, even if you are not loved or accepted, appreciated or valued by the world, family, or friends, our creator is love – the 5th element of nature, always there guiding you. That’s why it’s so important to put our trust in the higher power, not this world. Our creator is love.

Chapter 33 was a game-changer for me. Not only am I living my true purpose, but I also share with others to understand that all is within. The true KINGDOM of heaven starts with you inside. So this is me breaking down my spiritual journey so far. Our growth never ends. I’m just sharing my relationship with my creator.

Below are some elements of life that I believe in and can relate to:

Extraordinary
Being extraordinary is the power given to us to help ourselves and others, pouring wisdom and sharing to evoke the great spirit within others. Healing doesn’t happen without forgiveness. We have to let go of the pain, the past, and our childhood trauma so we don’t join the pity party movement. True evolution starts with understanding that we are part of something bigger than us. We are ancient, we are divine, and we are chosen for these times, this generation to serve others, not be served.

The Soil
When we truly accept that we are connected to nature, we truly understand the meaning of Ubuntu. Nature is not just a green thing and trees and flowers. Nature is a part of us, we are her children. The disconnection is making us sick. Nature is the true healer. The sun activates us through the power of our melanin. As the child of the soil, I make it my duty to educate others on the healing power of nature.

The water stands in full view for us to remember that we lack nothing, we are limitless. The flow of water is limitless. The living water in the river always goes forward, never backward, which teaches us to never give up, and to always be moving towards our dreams, vision, and goals. The majestic presence of the mountain stands in full view as a reminder that seasons come and go, but we stand firm in the great power which is the air that flows within us all, the great Spirit called life force.

Nguni
The power of our DNA goes beyond human and scientific understanding. Humankind emerged from the great mother of all kinds of colors and shades. In the great kingdom of KONG, the four brothers embarked on a journey to explore more. They reached the southern part, where the Khoi San people lived in Harambe and Uhuru. One of the brothers fell madly in love with the beautiful daughter of the Khoisan, and thus the XHOSA PEOPLE were born. The other three continued their journey, crossing the Zambezi River into Limpopo. I am a child of the NGUNI, HERORO, KHALANGA, LANA, HIMA, SHONA, KITUNI, XHOSA, ZULU, AND NDEBELE, my ancestors.

The stars
Our forgotten roots. The time has come for us to stop hiding who we truly are. We have to pay attention to the spiritual shifts that are happening. Listen carefully. We are the ORIGINALS, Ancients. Now is the time to showcase who we are through creativity and storytelling. We have to stop hiding. We come from the stars, into our m… into our mother’s belly, we are the roots. ABBA gives us Fire, THE SUN. Mama gives us WATER, life force. We are spiritual more than the physical.

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE.
LOVE
ISANUSI BULELWA MASHEZI

Editor: Mutshidzi Kwinda

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My tremendous scars,
Etched deep into my skin,
Carved by life’s cruel hands,
Yet, holding the dignity of my humanhood.

You, a symbol of my strength,
Hidden beneath a million tales,
Of battles fought in silence,
Of nights spent wrestling shadows,
The reasons you exist,
A mystery to others, perplexing yet profound.

Only I know your weight,
The burden you carry with pride,
A vanquisher, a fighter, a victor,
Your lines speak of courage,
Beauty carved from pain and hardships.
No matter where you choose to be

I see you for what you truly are,
A testimony to survival,
A reminder of every step I’ve taken,
Through storms, through pain,
Through all that tried to break me.

I admire you,
Not for the hurt you once held,
But for the hope you now embody,
I embrace you,
For you are the proof of my journey,
A mark that life did not overcome me.

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My name is Zwelihle Banks Nsiiwa. I used to work as a house helper and am now an author of educational children’s books available in 7 languages. After my sister passed away, I became the guardian of her two kids, aged 5 and 9, and had to work hard to support them. I am grateful for the support I received from others during those difficult times.

Despite the challenges, I managed to save a small amount of money each month and eventually enrolled in college. I earned certificates in Public Relations, followed by a diploma and advanced studies in Public Relations, Marketing, and Advertising. Later, I received a scholarship to pursue a degree in Broadcasting & Journalism, and then another scholarship to pursue my Master’s degree.

Alongside my studies, I started writing and publishing books, which I later translated into seven languages. It’s been a journey of tears, faith, prayer, pain, joy, hard work, and grace. I have experienced the hand of God, and I truly believe that anyone can receive a miracle from God.

Recently, I was honoured to be named among the 100 African Fashion and Arts Personalities of 2024 and was also appointed as the Botswana ‘Country Manager’ For The Iconic Brand Africa.

I truly believe that everything happened by the grace of God. I want to encourage anyone who comes across my story to have faith in God’s perfect timing and to persistently work toward their goals. One day, you too, will be able to share your own story of triumph. Don’t lose hope.

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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 cancer.

I carry the genes for potential generational cancer from both my parents. My mother and my grandfather both lost their battles with cancer, and their losses left me grappling with the fear of what my future might hold.

When my daughter was born five years ago, I was advised to get a mammogram. But life quickly became overwhelming, and I had to put off the appointment. I wasn’t ready to face the reality of my family’s cancer history. I felt like I was robbed of a chance to prepare for a future that seemed uncertain and very frightening.

This experience has taught me just how important it is, as individuals, to understand our genetic history. It’s not just about knowing our family’s health issues; it’s about how we confront and manage these challenges before they become difficult or impossible to deal with. Our children rely on us for guidance. They deserve the benefit of our awareness and honesty to help equip them for their own future.

I have always been driven by a desire to make a difference, both in my own life and in the lives of others. I want Black children to know that their worth isn’t determined by their circumstances or struggles but by their hearts and actions. My mother was my hero and inspiration. These goals and desire to bring about change in my community are inspired by the work she used to do when she was still alive.

My mother’s legacy of giving back (even when she didn’t have much herself) continues to inspire me. I remember how she would take me with her when doing pick-ups and drop-offs for clothing drives, and personally delivering the clothes to families in need. One family that stands out is a single mother and her two adult sons with disabilities. My mother would dedicate her time and efforts to ensure those boys were cared for. Her compassion and dedication have profoundly shaped who I am today.

My passions keep me moving forward. They fuel my desire to bring smiles to faces and make our community stronger and more informed. I hope to inspire others to embrace their potential, face their fears with courage, and work together to create a brighter future for our children.

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