I am Faith from the west side of Nigeria, a single mom of 3, hustling to survive with my kids. Talking about their fathers, we were never married, though we lived together. The first two have the same father, while the father of the last one is different. I…
Poem:
I am a career woman yet I’m passionate about my possibilities
In a tightrope between career and passion
I am worthy of a good future
I am worthy of success
I am worthy of making it in life
I know the importance and have lived the career steps, yet I’m passionate about my possibilities
I am…
Because I’m a woman
I’m a feeble craft
I’m sketched as a property
Designated as a commodity
Procured and delivered from one house to another
Because I’m a woman
I’m a second class burger
I’m by no means valued
No degree of significance is annexed to my personhood
Because I’m a woman
Attached to my attainment is limitation
Conjectural
Growing in…
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…
I can’t forget you,
Nor can I abandon my thoughts of you,
Because in my garden of memories,
You’re still the tallest tree among the many.
Even when I try to cut down the branches
Of our shared laughs and smiles,
They grow back faster than ever,
and memories I consider dead come back to life.
ABOUT…
It is funny how success in one part of life can make another feel like an uphill climb. Being a woman who’s worked hard, achieved things, and has a job that pays well sometimes feels like a blessing and a curse when it comes to finding love. There’s this…
When we are children we are told that we need to go to school and university in order to succeed. It was advice that I took to heart throughout my life even when going to university after finishing school was not an option due to lack of finances and…
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…