#experiencesfrommypath

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 stone,Leading me closer to my place of belonging…With my pen in hand, I…

OUR NAMES ALSO HAVE A STORY TO TELL

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 learn about how our people were forced to take on such names so the system could notice them. I would deliberately…