It is a story that reminds me of forgiveness. And also we make choices in life whether good or bad and it’s your choice to live with bitterness or release yourself by forgiving the other person. I chose to forgive and understand my mother’s choices.
Family
When asked why she chose to tell this story, Lungile said, “To be honest I needed to share my story for me to heal.”
I couldn’t allow my children to grow up without their father by Lungile Dhlamini
Moving to a foreign country in my 40s was not part of my life plan. So rather than feel sorry for myself I have found myself thinking more and more about displaced persons of Africa and the impact it has emotionally and mentally on them.
Familiarity by Violet Masilo
I chose this story because I am the story myself and I want to use it to inspire the world that we can be anything we want to be no matter out root. This story is everything to me. It reminds me of who I am and makes me realize that life is very simple and everyone is important to me no matter our background or race.
Growing up as an orphan by Nwangwu Uchechi
This story is part 1 of a series I want to tell revolving around fire and surviving death – this was one of the lighter fire stories I have and I think it sets up a great precedent for the coming stories.
The roof is on fire by Xabiso Vili
Ester humorously recalls of an accident she had as a child that left her with a scar that made her feel “impure”.
Does this scar reduce my bride price by Esther Edet
I think every story needs to be heard, and this particular story is a reminder how I became an African author and playwriter.
Being Royatly by James Qeqe
She is a father and a mother at the same time been a petty trader and taking care of four kids including house rent fees feeding is not easy I love my mom and I don’t want to see her suffer.
The story of my life by Aniefiok Essien
I chose the story because it is what I have been experiencing throughout my life and I never lost hope.
The dream I am chasing by James Ombese
It’s a story I’ve never told and seemed like a good place to start excavating myself. I know this is a common experience, but as a child I thought it was standard and when I realized it wasn’t, that all families weren’t like ours, it seems strange, but my identity collapsed. I’d like to share those parts so that there are fewer dark corners for people like me to get lost in. – Chantelle