It was an early morning in 2012. I was in the 8th grade then. My classmates told me stories about how they met new friends and how they even chatted with celebrities and got to experience many amazing things. I was intrigued. I wanted to experience these exciting things they…
I am uncertain
Uncertain of the future of my continent, Africa
Uncertain of the realities I wish were myths
What a devastating reality
Piercing my heart-tarnishing my actual existence
Shunning and shaming one brother
Spreading the blood of one blood sister
One own African blood
From Liberia to Namibia, from Nigeria back to South Africa
All around Africa, they say it’s xenophobia
But I say, it’s ignorance in disguise and disgust
Leaving me with so much uncertainty about the place I called home
A home where the future holds no peace nor place
Not for adults, children, or my unborn generations
Am shattered, for what pleasure should I rejoice?
Over the cries of starving children-weeping from their fallen mother breast
Yet they say, there is so much beauty in wealth and diversity
But I see blood from disharmony.
Nowadays, of the many students who graduate from high schools and universities, only a few can truly prove they deserve what they got. This shows how our teachers have chosen to be the direct opposite of what being a teacher is supposed to be. Teachers are no longer allowing students…
They say education is the key to success, but why aren’t they educating our girls to stand up for themselves instead of wooing them sexually? We need more than just teachers, we need leaders, mentors, and role models, not morally bankrupt men who corrupt and exploit our students. If you…
A few months ago, I had a conversation with a friend in which she told me how a teacher was dismissed for inappropriately touching a female student. I was taken aback by the fact that an ordinary touch could cost a teacher their job. This brought me back to where…
From your sweet breast of rich milk,
Your children have been healthily nourished.
Nourished to walk on this struggling road to success;
And that success, they’ve always struggled in vain to achieve.
Being successful is as high as the peak of the mountain.
Truly Mama! Days in, days…
As she gears towards the celebration of her 172 birthday, I mutter, confused to confide in her curse of ceaseless disasters. What is she truly celebrating? Her long but fruitless existence leading her children to beg and bootlick as they crumble at the mercy of exploiters. She stumbled, startled at…