The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Over the last few weeks, Black South Africans have collectively mourned the deaths of Anele Tembe, Phumlani Pikoli, and Lufuno Mavhunga....
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THE EMPATHY PROJECT
LET ME TELL YOU A STORY
BLOG: A healing journey to Black Girl Happiness
I've been told by many people that I'm terrible at telling stories. I rush through the best parts, drag out the unnecessary, and almost always mess up the punch lines.
However, I have never been one to care much about what people think or say... So here I am; willing and ready to share the most vulnerable and naked truths about myself.
I have always believed in the transcendent power of stories, a power to connect, heal, reveal and break down. I hope in sharing some of my own stories, I can break down, reveal, heal and connect with you right wherever you may be.
Let Me Tell You a Story: Welcome
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The Many Faces of Sisterhood
Seasons Change I find myself looking back and thinking about my group of Girlfriends a lot- sometimes with bitterness, at times with...
Ms 20-Something; Bye Girl, Bye!
On the eve of my 30th birthday, I found myself a little frazzled, not quite sure how or what to feel- excitement, fear, hope, enthusiasm,...
Our Dearest T'Challa..
To Count is to Matter To say Black Lives Matter is to say that Black people count, that when one of us is hurt or unjustly executed, it i...
To All The Girls I Loved Before...
I still love you, and in the words of my namesake, I'll always love you. Although I grew up in a household dominated by women, I always p...
Dear Mama
I want to begin by saying how fully aware I am that today is not a day that everyone likes to or gets to celebrate. I am aware that some ...
To All The Boys Who Came Before (pt1)...
My experience with romantic relationships is limited, in the sense that my sample size is extremely small and for some strange reason, I...
Within & Without
Hearing the truth about yourself is never an easy thing. No matter how humble you may think you are, the truth always hurts. What's...
Black Like Me
If there were a Whitney I’d want you to meet, it would have to be 4 or 5-year-old Whitney, also known as Mnciks. She was everything-...
Nobody likes a Sad Girl
I've been many things over the course of my 29 years of life. I've been shy, I've been reserved, I've been loud, popular, disliked, happy...
Let Me Tell You a Story: Blog2
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