Category: Showing up
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Women keep saving me
Today is women’s day in South Africa. As I was reflecting on the day, I got so emotional thinking about the women who have and still carry me. Late last year when I couldn’t see a way forward, I went home to my mother and aunts and sisters and cousins. They literally carried me and…
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Reflections on adult friendships…an ode, or something
Now that I qualify as usisi omiddle age, I have been meaning to write about my friendships in adulthood. There has been a lot of learning and unlearning when it comes to that area of my life to be honest. A few significant losses, defining of boundaries and lots of growing together. Last night I…
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On loss and showing up: sithini xa omama bethu belahlekelwe? Umntu uyakhatshwa
Xhosa people (I think most black people actually) think of their parents’ siblings as their own parents also. The idea of being raised by a village is not just a concept we tout, but one we embody. It is deeply entrenched in how we think about who raises us, who we deem our parents and…
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