Category: Thoughts

Brave…

As a new week begins… May we be brave enoughto attempt the thingsthat our souls deeply crave,and yet,deeply scare us. may we have the courage to try. Everything we have failed at,we’ve been brave enough to try.

The Things That I Pray For…

The things that I pray for, Are not pretty, pink or perfect. They are not expensive or shiny. They probably only have value to me. The things that I pray for are not flashy, fun or fierce. They are not wrapped in expensive metals. They are silent opportunities to smell rose petals. The things that…

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I Hope You Feel Safe Today

I hope that whatever your fears are today… you find a safe place to land. I hope that if you’re struggling today… you find a warm embrace. I hope that if you need love today… you find a welcoming heart. I hope you feel safe today. With love, Ndapewoshali A.

What’s In A Name?

In my own little act of peaceful violence, whenever anyone tells me my name is too long/complicated, I gently remind them that I do not subscribe to Eurocentric standards of “normalcy” and Nda-pe-wo-sha-li has exactly the same number of letters and syllables and Co-lo-ni-sa-tion. 🙂

Imagine…

A world in which we all showed each other as much grace, kindness and patience as we need.

A world in which peace goes ahead of us everywhere we go, preparing each room for us, setting each table before we sit at it.

A world in which every heart loves.

S01E09 Why do I talk about love so much? | Lessons I learnt from loved ones lost.

With that said, in this video I’m talking about love (as I always do) but I’m giving a little insight as to why I speak about it so much, with such great urgency and with so much conviction. I also share a little bit about the loved ones I’ve lost, whose lives and actions made me more convicted in my stance and perspective.

Perhaps in Protest Against Myself?

Perhaps, in a subconscious act of protest against myself and my social conditioning, I have chosen to not see my hair as something I struggle with. Perhaps I have decided to reject the narrative that maintaining my afro is an unnecessary form of self-punishment. Perhaps it’s just my hair. It’s not difficult; it just is… and I love it.