My name is Tshegofatso Kgosintwa. I am the founder of the BIG Sister Society, a digital anti-gender-based violence (GBV) movement I created in March 2021.
My journey didn’t begin with the work I do today. It started when I was just three months old. In 1995, I tragically lost my…
You are nothing but a mere man,
A fragile vessel, a flesh, and a fan.
A fleeting shadow, dust, and breath,
Dancing on the escarpment of death.
You crave for power, yearn for fame,
But minutes erode your fragile frame.
Your triumphs fade, and your glories dim,
A fading mournful echo, a forgotten hymn.
You build your…
The joy of knowing I didn’t lose you—
The solace of knowing it could have been so much worse.
The pain you carried,
The self-hatred that consumed you,
I felt it.
The feeling of helplessness,
hopelessness, and despair
You tried to cover with your jokes,
I felt that so painfully
When I saw you on the
hospital bed in…
A Lady’s Dreary Dream
And there she was,
remorseful holding in what she couldn’t reveal.
She sat on a curb in a field of daffodils,
reminiscing his louche creepy charm.
The old man sat playing his golden saxophone mellifluous by the rill.
Her lotus dress reminded her of the nights they’d dance
And chance under the…
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…
Society, my home,
Society, my refuge,
From time unknown,
You have been my haven.
I cry, I weep,
When all I see is that you are now
A technologically torn area.
What was our unity force
When I wandered into the depth and breadth of your beauty
Has become our contender.
We have become adversaries
And strangers in one abode.
Society,…
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…
My name is Blessing Daniel Mohie, and I’m from Nigeria. I’m a Virtual Assistant and Web3 marketer, and I currently manage an NGO’s social media page, focusing on health, education, and youth impact. I love creating content that educates, inspires, and connects people.
My Journey
I’ve always been interested in making…
“Shamyne’s Turbulent Mind”
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.
“Rejected and Alone”
Her loved ones, they couldn’t understand,
The turmoil raged like a stormy land.
They rejected her with words that cut deep,
Leaving Shamyne to face her…
Meet Maria, a 19-year-old fighting for her future. Every morning for years, she walked two hours to school because her family couldn’t afford transport. Many would have quit – but Maria kept walking. She studied by candlelight when there was no electricity. She passed her exams when others said…