Neighbours
Sounds from both rooms met at the doorway and each tried to fight for listening [...]
Becky’s Dream
Heart beatingBlood pumpingLipstick checkFoundation and powder checkThe dress is on pointColour combination is a goalHer [...]
I OVERCAME
My trial looming Sadness lasting Tears overflowing Wound not healing But I overcame My apparel getting tattered My flesh becoming leaner My beauty appears fading Emotion seems unstable But I overcame My weakness so glaring Their whisper getting louder Hatred ascending in numbers Challenges undeserving But I overcame My heart shattered and broken Hands girded in chains Feet held in shackles My every step took me back But, I overcame The screams in my head getting louder Hope seems far fetched Visions blur and unclear Waves raising My sky glooming But I overcame My courage did not fail My action kept my going My dreams became my reality My willpower became my motivation My persistence became my sweat My ability became my influence And I overcame
What Makes a Colour Bad?
You cannot slap someone with dirty hands and call them filthy. We have accepted being black; it is our pride, it is our authentic form which can never be taken away. If we can accept that, then accept when in the name of a colour, people become murderers, cold-blooded killers, kidnappers and rapists. Judge then, who really is the monster.
THE BEAUTIFUL ONES ARE BEING BURNT
The reality is our women are not safe, and the least men (I am one too) can do listen. It doesn’t have to happen to your daughter or sister to understand that this is an alarming situation. For every four women, you see at least one who has experienced/is experiencing assault in one way or the other.
Woman: The African Tale
On arrival into the world, her struggles startTutored by ancient books unwrittenTermed frail by societyWithin [...]
The Uncultured Podcast
NO TIME TO READ? NO PROBLEM. LISTEN TO IT
