I became my mother’s caregiver when I was just four years old.
My mother was from Opuwo, in the Kunene region of Namibia. When I was four, she became very ill. In our area, people strongly believed in witchcraft. They thought her sickness was caused by something supernatural, something that…
The Pain of Miscarrying the seed you looked forward to seeing
Miscarriage, you are a thief
Miscarriage, you are cruel
Miscarriage, you are a restless wanderer, searching for the warriors of this earth whom you can attack.
I am talking about our mothers, our women, our birthers
Miscarriage, you never consider, but do as…
Postnatal care seems to go hand in hand with the familiar scent of Dettol, the warmth of pap, and the soft puff of dusting powder. But once a child is born, not every mother steps into celebration; some step into waiting rooms, where the air is heavy with exhaustion,…
As I reflect on my past, I realize my journey has been marked by moments of lust, anger, and pain. It began when I left for university after a vacation, stepping into a world filled with temptation and choices I wasn’t prepared for.
I found myself drawn to various handsome…
I may be brought to my knees,
But I am not weak.
Though tears may fall from pain,
Frustration, and disappointment,
I will rise with a proud smile,
Filled with fulfillment, peace, and strength.
I may stumble and fall,
But I am not a failure.
Failure is not defined by falling
It’s about staying down.
And I refuse to…
My tremendous scars,
Etched deep into my skin,
Carved by life’s cruel hands,
Yet, holding the dignity of my humanhood.
You, a symbol of my strength,
Hidden beneath a million tales,
Of battles fought in silence,
Of nights spent wrestling shadows,
The reasons you exist,
A mystery to others, perplexing yet profound.
Only I know your weight,
The burden you…
My name is Zwelihle Banks Nsiiwa. I used to work as a house helper and am now an author of educational children’s books available in 7 languages. After my sister passed away, I became the guardian of her two kids, aged 5 and 9, and had to work hard…
My name is Mrs. S, and I am married to my husband, Mr. S. I am a 37-year-old coloured woman. I was born and raised in Cape Town but moved to Johannesburg in 2010 during the World Cup. I am the oldest of four sisters. My mom passed away…