Mine is to filter out the rhetoric and propaganda, so that we children of the soil can form opinions based on logic and reason. Not through those summarized and scripted tales presented to us.
There are those who climb because their spirit has been prepared for the heights they reach. They have walked through the fire, carried burdens in silence, and built foundations that existed long before anyone recognised their name. Their elevation is rooted. It is not simply a matter of being seen…it is the result of discipline, … Continue reading Borrowed Elevation
What troubles me is not only the amount of money being spoken about. It is the spirit behind the response. Some ministers have come out breathing nothing but fire and bile, speaking as though the people are the enemy. And perhaps that is what leaves such a bitter taste in my mouth. We are constantly … Continue reading When Government Speaks In The Language Of Threats
I went on a search in the stillness of solitude, Looking for the whispers of tales untold,My words yearning to land on a unique set of pages,A beautiful symphony waiting to be unveiled...Through the labyrinth of my mind I wander,The ink from my pen flows like a river unrestrained,As each sentence germinates into a stepping … Continue reading Finding My Voice
An experience we as daughters of the soil dread is that of being undermined by a fellow brother and thrown under the bus by your male counterparts, with the assistance of fellow daughters of the soil who are driven by greed systematically planted within their minds. Individuals draped in rolls of fake activism and sympathy … Continue reading The Spineless Creeps 🥱
I remember asking my father why they gave me an English name, he chuckled and said I could always just stick to my first name. Growing up when teachers struggled to pronounce my African name, they would resort to using my English name; that did not sit well with me and I was yet to … Continue reading OUR NAMES ALSO HAVE A STORY TO TELL
Don't come at me with lies especially where my passion is concerned my baby. Lana we deal with facts, also avoid using sensationalist content to justify the bile you spew in my presence...there'll surely be a decline from my end.
It took time for me to understand why certain people, would highlight the importance of allowing those who are capable and ready for the task to take it on and remove themselves from the space when they were done. When elected into a specific position you have a role to fill and the masses to … Continue reading What They Actually Meant
Where do the hurt ones go, When our pain reveals itself?Where do the hurt ones go, when those who did us wrong avail themselves?Was our safety ever really a thing? Or is it our vulnerability that fuels this dead ride?Where do the hurt ones go, when our homes are turned into torture valleys?Where do the … Continue reading Where Do The Hurt Ones Go?
When everything seemed to be going south in that relationship I thought was solid and built on pure intentions, negative thoughts began to swim inside my head corrupting my mind with anger and vengeful ideas.You see no one is ever really ready to swallow a pill that may uncover the mask that had them believing … Continue reading My Tower Moment
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