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 is a quiet erosion taking place within student politics, and if we are not careful, it will cost us more than just elections. It will cost us the soul of student struggle itself. I say this as someone who has walked this path… and I’m not speaking from theory here, I’ve seen it, I’ve … Continue reading The Ground Is Calling, But Are We Still Listening?
My heart bleeds for our sisters from Daveyton, taken from safety and robbed of their innocence just trying to get home. Three young women were allegedly abducted and raped in a veld on Ngcobo Street, Mayfield, after leaving a traditional ceremony. Streets that should have been safe turned deadly…not by chance, but by neglect. My … Continue reading For Our Sisters
Being able to heal through the sacred art of storytelling is a gift I do not take lightly. Writing, for me, is not merely a craft. It is a calling. A breathing, living act of remembrance. I breathe life into stories that stir me awake in the quiet hours of night and into those that … Continue reading When the Ancestors Speak, I Write
I no longer engage in conversations that require me to dilute my mind, for those who choose ignorance, repeating nothing more than the conditioning they’ve accepted without question.
I now see why madloti ami insist I walk their way there is a sacred peace in placing my feet where theirs once pressed the earth. This path keeps teaching me the art of patience. Even when the moment feels urgent, whether good or bad, I am learning not to rush. For this work is … Continue reading No Switch Ups
The Abahambe Brigade @lankosiwrites Gayton McKenzie’s public outburst did more than just spark debate…it revealed some deeply troubling views that many of us hadn't fully recognized. His decision to confront the Open Chats podcast, under the banner of defending the colored community, instead opened a can of worms he perhaps did not expect. In doing … Continue reading When Outbursts Expose More Than Just Anger
The early stages of maintaining boundaries for your peace can be the most challenging. Especially when you end up confusing access with acceptance, or presence with progress. Just because they show up, doesn’t mean they’ve stepped up. You owe no one your softness if they haven’t earned your safety. Protect your peace even from those … Continue reading Maintaining Boundaries
My pen was never taken from me, because my gift is an inheritance. The ink I write with was never meant to run dry…it flows from an abundant well, passed down through spirit and blood. I write not just to tell stories, but to heal myself, and those who come across my words. I don’t … Continue reading My Pen Isn’t Borrowed
So she pulled back to let him thrive, to stop messing with his bag as he would call it…whenever she would express her discomfort during troublesome times. He said she was holding him back… as if her love was a leash, as if her presence was a prison, as if her discomfort with his absence … Continue reading He Lost His Home When Chasing The Stage
One day, this African girl will make her people proud. One day, this African girl will make it in life. One day, this African girl will spark change. One day, this African girl will become the dream she dreams to be. 💛🌻 One day, African people will know true joy. One day, African people will … Continue reading For Children of the Soil
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