Living amidst a group of people who I would consider to be illiterate made me see a world of constant chatter, insults, and a lot of unplanned pregnancies. My journey into the life of a housewife began when I was 23 years old, having just met my boyfriend. I…
A lot of the time, I worried, “What if all my hard work is for nothing?” Being worried about these things made me feel heavy. I would question my choices and ask myself, “Should I think again about this?” It might be best to wait another year. “I’ll be…
Growing up in a family of six individuals, which consisted of my grandmother, father, mother, uncle, sister, and myself, my life embarked on a challenging journey from the very beginning. I remember one fateful year, 1998 to be precise when I was just a Grade 1 learner, my innocence…
Here’s how my story goes: It all started in 2013 when I had an accident that changed my life and caused my left leg to be amputated. Since then, my life has been hard in a lot of ways. Because of the disability, my relationship with my mother got…
Focusing on your own happiness means prioritizing your well-being and taking intentional actions that promote feelings of joy, contentment, and fulfillment. It involves acknowledging your needs, values, and desires, and making choices that align with them. Focusing on your own happiness also means taking responsibility for your own emotions…
AfroWomenPoetry founded by Antonella Sinopoli narrates the stories of African women through poetry moving from country to country across Sub Saharan Africa. In collaboration with AfroWomenPoetry, SheEvolves invites you into the world of Ghana’s female poets
Poem by Akosua Dufia Boakye
But How Can I Be Me?
I am not who I want to be
The…
AfroWomenPoetry founded by Antonella Sinopoli narrates the stories of African women through poetry moving from country to country across Sub Saharan Africa. In collaboration with AfroWomenPoetry, SheEvolves invites you into the world of Ghana’s female poets
Poem by Mariska Araba Taylor Darko
A Beating For Love
Your fist pounded my face
In shock I stood there
Not…
Poem by Tashinga Chiwomba
MY BELOVED
The elders of my time only told me that life was cold
They never went in-depth explaining it
Perhaps they thought I was observant enough to understand
But after all those years, I’m finally getting the hang of it
Let me explain it to you, my beloved
You will still…
Poem by Sarah Eno Obongha
Choose To Try Again
At times the hope of a river flows into a canal,
Draining away its current.
At times, the faith of the moon is covered by the cloud
Leaving its mouth silent, even when it screams out loud.
At times the strength of the rain is shadowed by…
