I endured a tumultuous childhood, marked by the traumatic divorce of my parents when I was in Grade 2. The ordeal was exacerbated by my exposure to gender-based violence at a young age. I faced the agonizing choice of selecting between my mother and father at Justice for Children…
I feel like a cloud of sadness has fallen over me today. I feel like there’s a weight on my chest that makes it hard to breathe, and even the easiest jobs feel like climbing mountains. I’m not sure why I feel this way, but it seems like all…
Take a moment to ponder this truth: we are no strangers to being surrounded by those ‘dark walls’ in life. If you pause for some self-reflection, you’ll notice how much these challenges occupy your thoughts.
Life’s ups and downs, the situations we find ourselves in – they all play a…
Easter holidays can be triggering for some people due to a variety of reasons. Easter is a religious holiday that holds significant meaning for many Christians, and for some people who have experienced religious trauma or abuse, the holiday may trigger feelings of anxiety, fear, or even PTSD-like symptoms.
Holidays…
I feel like society has failed to romanticize and celebrate black love. I think, as black people, we need to free ourselves from the shackles of viewing romantic love as it has been portrayed by media and society. Of course, there is no standard for how people should view…
I have always had the urge to go back home to Malawi and be part of the builders of my community and the country at large. Though born and raised in Zimbabwe by Malawian parents, my love for Malawi developed when I arrived there in 2004, still a child…
I grew up watching tons of cartoons on Cartoon Network. I found the characters extremely fascinating, and I often wondered how these fantastic characters and animations were brought to life with such relatable adventures and humour. This fascination grew my interest in illustrations as a form of art, communication…
I was probably 4 or 5 years old when I started noticing that my brother was “different” to all my other siblings. My brother is the fourth born and middle child of my mother’s seven children. Growing up I noticed that he was always reserved, never spoke a word…
