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Pregnancy

The Forgotten Aspect of Pregnancy: Supporting Mental and Emotional Well-being.

Pregnancy is a life-changing experience that brings immense joy and anticipation. However, it can also be a daunting and overwhelming time for many women. While financial and material support is essential, it’s equally crucial to prioritize the mental and emotional…

My Scars, My Trophies..

When the world sees delay,
I see a school of thought,
A university of wisdom,
Years of occurrences,
A master graduate in the art of life’s experiences.
When the world sees failure,
I see a student in the school of resilience,
Against all odds, a much-needed foe
Who becomes a friend of many teachings.
As they say, “Failure…

A Motswana Child With Dreams

I am a Motswana,
A young girl striving for success.
Trusting the gifts that we have been granted
By our ancestors and God.
Believing in the power of my voice and the beauty of my skin.

Embracing the uniqueness of my hair, which is as black as mud.
The way I walk reflects the flow…

The Sinner’s Prayer

Heavenly Father,
hear my weeping prayer.

I am a rotten apple,
a bad element,
of the holy and sacred equation.

Unloved,
unworthy,
undeserved, I am,

because of me planting demonic seeds,
and watering them,
in my lifeless and dead spiritual garden.

I saw unholy statutes,
that enticed me,
and I took a sip of sins,
and bad deeds.

In my time of deep darkness,
I…

A Soul Torn, A Spirit Unbroken by Shamyne Mwila

Shamyne Doreen Mwila

A soul so bright,
Torn apart by darkness and endless fight.
Bipolar disorder’s waves crash on her shore,
As schizophrenia’s whispers echo evermore.

Her loved ones, they couldn’t understand,
The turmoil raged like a stormy land.
They rejected her with words that cut deep,
Leaving her to face the demons, asleep.

Her thoughts, a jumbled…

My Name Is Magdalyne, And This Is My Story

Mama feared the river for what it took; I loved it for what it carried away.

The river knows my name. It has whispered it since I was a child, its voice curling through the reeds, dancing over the rocks, and sinking into the depths where secrets sleep. The current…

POEM: African

My name is an African daughter
They took my childhood from me
I became the daughter of Achilles
I’ve been worried
I’ve been hungry
I’ve suffered
I was a kid.

I grew up early,
Like all the unfortunate women of this land
Life is too hard –
Life is cruel, unfortunately cruel

Life is unfair to women of this land
Life…

Meet Zipora Mramba, A 19 Y/O Career Guidance Activist

My name is Zipora Tachi Mramba. A young lady of Tanzania in the Arusha region. Aged 19 years. I am currently studying at the St. Jude School in Arusha, Tanzania. I am in form five and pursuing EGM (Economics, Geography and Mathematics) combination.

I am passionate about creating awareness about…