The girl who,
After everything you put her through,
Pain, rejection, embarrassment.
The way you made her feel,
Inadequate, insecure, incompetent.
Cared for you, loved you, prayed for you,
Fought battles for you;
Battles you’ll never even know about.
And asked for nothing in return.
That’s the girl you chose to hurt.
That’s the girl whose tears you didn’t mind prompting.
**”HER” (or “HIM”) for the “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone” team. For those who held on too long and for those who fought battles for people who didn’t appreciate them. For the broken, for the healing, for the ones who are learning. For him, for her, for us.
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For some people, especially those with vivid imaginations, it is difficult to express themselves conventionally. There’s simply too much to say, too many ways in which to describe a single item, too many colors, too many sounds. For those people, there is poetry. | Born, raised and living in Africa. | Art lover (In all it's forms) | Hopeless romantic. | Believes in making the world a better place; one thought, one word, one action at a time.
Ndapewoshali is an accountant and Namibian labour law specialist by profession, a self-taught graphic designer and avid community activist. She uses writing to tackle (sometimes uncomfortable) social issues with the hope of transforming the Namibian and the global community’s mindset on the current status quo. Ndapewoshali believes that love, as a verb (through kindness, patience, common understanding and tolerance), consistent education and reform, are the answers for all social, economic and political ills. She is also a strong advocate for mental health awareness and the importance of creating a safe environment in which mental health is prioritized and mental illness is destigmatized. Ndapewoshali is an art-loving (in all its forms), hopeless romantic who believes in making the world a better place; one thought, one word, one action at a time.
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