The woman I didn’t see
Growing up, my father was my hero. He was the one who paid the school fees. The one who signed the report cards. The one whose name carried weight in…
Growing up, my father was my hero. He was the one who paid the school fees. The one who signed the report cards. The one whose name carried weight in…
Growing up, culture wasn’t something we talked about. It was something we lived.It showed up in the way we greeted elders, the language we were expected to speak at home,…
Somehow, your 20s come with an unspoken deadline, to have answers you were never given. By a certain age, you’re expected to know what you want to do with your…
The journey never starts when the engine comes alive. For me, it begins earlier, while waiting. At the bus park, surrounded by noise and movement, my body stays still while…
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