POEM:
An African woman is a resilient being. Merriam’s English language dictionary expression for the word “Resilient” says it correctly. #she is able
Come hail or high water; an African woman can spring back into shape after bending. After mistakes. After bad heartache. After a life transition from almost dead to…
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…
I am the sting in your strong coffee,
I burn habitual liars’ tongues.
They don’t even feel good between the thighs anyway.
This poem is a melody of praise
for men who mend the ruins of childbirth
and storms,
for women who have experienced
the actual ruptures of soul and spirit.
These words are butter for your…
POEM:
Poverty you are so cruel
Poverty you take away joy
Poverty you control and take over
We fight you, we pray against you
We ask from the almighty to get rid of you,
Yet you poverty you stand still and ensure we feel your presence
I have tried all ways with the pros and cons
But…
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…
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…