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The Beauty of Pain
Strong Girl Tears
“You’ve got to pick yourself up and keep moving forward,” I often hear after a catastrophic fail. “Don’t wallow in self-pity! Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Get up and try again. Winners never quit, and quitters never win! It’s not over until you give up!”
A Mother's Advice to Others Grieving the Loss of a Child
"I was happy just like any normal woman would be, happy to know l was expecting and on the twenty fifth of November l gave birth to a bouncing baby boy and named him Prince. I loved him wholeheartedly,” Bubele told The Weight She Carries.
The Beauty of a Scar
Eight years ago I was in a car accident. When I was pulled out of the mangled vehicle, I didn’t realize I had an open cut until I saw blood running down my leg. It’s funny how something doesn’t hurt as bad until you see blood and an open wound. Then all of a sudden, the pain is unbearable. I remember arriving at the hospital and hearing the doctor telling me that I needed stitc
Her Pain is my Testimony
I vividly remember my mother’s words each time I would infuriate her. I had no idea what she meant at the time, but I got so used to hearing her words that I would imitate her. After all, I had been hearing them all my life.
How I Stumbled Into Writing And Found My Footing
Seeing doctors going about their duties intrigued me as a young girl. I avidly recall dreaming about owning a medical facility of my own and being a medical practitioner. The idea of writing was out of the question. The only other two things I loved were public speaking and music. Clutching my ordinary level result slip in my hands, a smile broadened on my face as I realized th
My Tears Don’t Mean I’m Not Strong
We keep hearing the same message phrased differently over and over again: Big girls don’t cry. I came across three different women all going through the same pain, the same experience and the same stigma. They were all trying to deal with the pain of being sexually abused, but of course, those around them felt they were doing it the wrong way. Grace had been told more than once
Pain Serves One Purpose: To Grab Your Attention
When I walked into the hospital, I wasn’t expecting anything more than simply easing my pain. Besides, the decision to visit the doctor was by no means voluntary. Pain gave me no choice. I had envisioned a friendly session with the doctor. In my mind, all the doctor had to do was give me a chance to explain my situation then prescribe the right medication. Imagine my disappoint
My Pain is my Powerhouse
I constantly seem questionable each time I talk of pain as my source of inspiration. Some feel I have no idea what I am talking about, while others feel I am still young and I lack enough life experience. Hence, I get this question a lot: “What do you know about pain? Aren’t you too young?” I am not a stranger to pain. I have felt it, experienced it, seen it and I choose not to