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“You're healing through your pain. You're healing inspite of those who have misused your vulnerability. The piece of your vulnerability that they used to gain social points is the only part of you that they could ever have. The rest of the system belongs to you. And, hereon, you are in full control of its direction. Go on, and heal.”

“Against All Odds --- Nobody taught me how to swim. So, I swam and followed the rivers, hoping that I'd end up in the ocean; the calm seas. To see some dolphins and the colourful fish. But the river that chose me was long with hard turns, blockages, and fishing traps. On some days, the river would run dry, leaving me nowhere but in the middle of hard cracks. While suffering underneath the hot sun, the rains would hit again on my sore flesh. Luckily by then, I'd still be breathing; even though affected, harmed, and bleeding. But, I had a dream that was heavier than my challenges. So I continued with my journey, following the stream of the river. Hoping to reach the ocean; the calm seas. Some days the current would be brutal, even though I was flowing with it. It would hit on my body, my bones would crack. Sometimes the river would eject me to the side. Where I'd need to survive while I found my way back to it. I'd have to fend off snakes, defending myself from harm and malice. Back in the river, I'd have to fend off scorpions, rocks, and the debris. So, there I went, alone in the river I flowed. At times I'd meet with swimmers who'd be cooling off from the same waters. Some were kayaking; others fishing. All oblivious to my dreams, and to my state of struggle. Some would greet me; smiling at me. While some laughed the hardest, laughing at me. Some would express pity, while some expressed their sympathy. Some would pretend that I wasn't even there. And those who ignored me equalled my presence to that of the debris. I remember that a few picked me up and placed me in their small boats; helping me to cruise afloat. But, eventually, they left me in my struggle too. Those who carried me, left me in the rivers where they'd found me. Those who passed me by, passed-by me again on the following days. Some shouted the loudest from their lungs encouraging me from the sides. Telling me that I was almost reaching the seas. That the ocean was at a hand's reach. But those who shouted the most rarely did anything else to help. I also learnt that those who picked me up rarely shouted about their help. Some used my vulnerability to gain charity points. They'd say, "see I helped her, now clap for me from your joints". But, above all the help, true or fake, my dream was carrying me for my sake. With my dream to reach the ocean, the calm seas, I held my head the highest and swam beyond all the peaks.”

“There is a mountain placed before us. It's wide, big; high above the clouds. With no way around it; no choice about it. Just to climb it, even through low sighs. Some mountains, we choose. Often those that we pursue are easy to climb. They leave no bruise; we step on them like crumbs. No sweat, no fuse. But also no valuable lesson. Just an excuse after an excuse. There are harsh sessions on the high mountain. Hard lessons on the big mountain. No breaks, no fountains. Just hardships and rough times. No awards, no rewards. Just emotional, mental tides and fines. Fine, we usually accept the challenge. Out of options, we welcome the change. An exchange of comfort for caution. We become deranged for family. For our children, friends, even lovers. Some lovers who may become an enemy. We become a destiny with no back covers. With our back against the wall. Our back totally exposed to all. But, step by step, day by day, with our veins, we climb up but not in vain. Some days we want to go back to our fortress. Some days we only see black, no success. But, after a while, mounting in grime, we forget about the pain. The hardships start to fade. We start to familiarise the pain with the trees. We accept the bushes and rocks as home. We follow the footsteps of animals and bees; looking for shortcuts to roam. Seeking solace in the shade of what we see. We seek and become one with isolation. In isolation, we start to rely on ourselves more. We learn to love all our sores; to trust our own instincts. We become stronger and sharper in senses. And the stronger we become, the faster we mount in fun. In the end, we reach the top. Out of it all, we come out unbreakable, alive. Tired but, surely, revived.”

“Black women have always been at the bottom of the human race. In that bottom of a pit, they were abused, misjudged, neglected, and unseen. In the end, there were two options left for them; to diminish and die, or to be strong and rise like a phoenix from the ashes. Today, black women are using their strength to make an imprint of their existence. They are here to conquer the brutal neglect, injustice, hatred, mistreatment, and inequality. Black women are saying: here we are in all our beauty, glory, strength, and assertiveness. See us. Know us. Recognise us. Give us what we're worth. Above all else, respect us.”

“Africans, you have the permission to celebrate your roots and your heritage again. Go on and heal your bodies with your traditional herbs. And teach your children the secrets of your ancestors. Your ancestors lived well — with little to nothing. They were self-sufficient. Yet, they were the happiest. Embrace the secrets of your traditions again. You're safe and free.”

“My fellow African, when you look at another African, what do you see? Do you not see the reflection of yourself? Do you not see someone who was once a victim of the past but who has emerged as a survivor — as your forefathers did? Do you not see the same colour of your skin? Do you not see the same texture of your hair? Alright. Since you are looking at your reflection, how would you like to treat yourself?”

“How can you not appreciate the beauty in your black skin? Why do you misjudge its value? Your skin neither cracks nor burns underneath the sun. Your skin compliments its rays; and in its heat, you stun. It is in your skin that the sun gets to reflect the strength of its rays. Have you noticed how your black skin glows in the sunny days? You ought to glorify the uniqueness of your black skin; because black skin neither cracks nor wrinkles at the touch of the soil. With a kiss of dust, your skin amplifies. In fact, your skin is the original seed in the gods' eyes. Even the day adorns your black skin as its beautiful lace; while the night wears it as its face. Maybe the air is mesmirised by your scent; because your black skin represents nature in its essence.”

“I also understand, as a black writer, the importance of raw representation. The importance of showing our black people that we can be successful without saturating ourselves, or our looks. It's important to know that being successful while being fully black is more than possible.”

“Haters are your biggest admires. No-one dedicates their lives into knowing every step that you take more than your haters. In fact, the difference between your supporters and your haters is that your supporters are able to sleep at night after learning about your progress, whereas the haters get stressed and miserable from seeing you shine. Nonetheless, stick to your progress.”

“The brainwash of the African people through the Bible was so effective to the point that it convinced millions of Africans to see themselves and their ancestors nothing else but enemies of Israel. We built churches to preach against ourselves, our cultures, our own origins. We convinced each other through the Bible to reject who we were, where we came from, and most importantly, our astrology. Saturn trines Ketu. We are beginning to remember now. Let's go max!”

“Nguni and Kemet people are the same. After comparing all historical and current human-based traits, including linguistics, it is evident that Nguni people migrated from Kemet. Their grandfather, Ntu, is the one born in the land of Kemet. Ntu begot Nguni. Nguni begot the four Nguni brothers: Xhosa, Zuluman (Zulu), Swati, and Ndebele. The resilience of their offspring, for example King Shaka Zulu, President Nelson Mandela, and Mama Winnie Madikizela-Mandela, reflects their Kemetic roots fully. After years of not knowing where the Kemet civilisation migrated to, as it was hidden, it has now been revealed. And the ancestors’ healing has begun.”

“Politicians are politicians. I say this to say that their careers are based on changing their stances, and depending on the environment in which they find themselves. It's just how it is in politics. Their industry is extremely volatile. But, the sad part is that the regular people are 'the product' in such an industry.”

“A friend of mine told me something that I'll never forget. She said, "continue to text and check up on them if your heart tells you to. Because it's not about them, it's about how you feel. You're the one who wants to share the positivity." Unless you're prohibited to do so, of course.”