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passion

Meet Larona, a Young Published Author, Mother and Aspiring Nurse

Larona Tlhobogang is a gifted poet who uses her words to impart wisdom, healing, and inspiration to those who read her work. With a deep love for books and learning, Larona is an avid seeker of knowledge, constantly looking to gain new insights and perspectives from others.

As a passionate…

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…

I am a Poet By Sengri

If you could see me now,
You would know that I’m itching to write again.
I’m dying to let it flow through my fingers onto this paper.
If you could see me now,
You would know that I can’t bear it anymore,
Rather I say the passion is ripping me apart.

I’m waiting for you…

Society My Home By Catherine Banda

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,…

Meet Blessing Daniel Mohie, an Aspiring Creator From Nigeria

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…

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…