I had scars on my face from all the fights and would always deny when my colleagues and friends asked if I was fighting and gave excuses of “I fell or had and accident”. The abuse got out of hand and I started taking tranquilizers as a mechanism of coping with the emotional impact. I was crushed and eventually, I became suicidal. For some reason, leaving my marriage never seemed like an option to be. One day, I saw an SMS from my wife and before I even finished reading it, I put the phone down on the table jumped out of the fifth-floor window from my office building. I’m not sure how I survived, but I did.
My friend, Hermien Elago and I made a list of this for information-sharing purposes. Please share as far and wide as possible, we never know who might need someone to talk to.
Can a writer write
About the things,
They know nothing about
Have never experienced…
But make it sound like
These things are the things
Which consume them?
My only concern is that in 2019, the European standard of beauty is still considered, not only superior but the norm, in African society and anyone who does not adopt it, is required to justify that choice.
Here’s a short write-up about me if you’re interested in the person behind the words. I’ll also be contributing to the website regularly. Here https://99fm.com.na/being-ndapewoshali-ndahafa-ashipala/
The versions of me,
I irreparably broke,
With every single promise,
I made, bent and broke.
Always do more. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted trying a little harder, holding on a little longer or caring a little more than I should have. All my regret lies in not trying hard enough, not holding on long enough and not caring enough. Always do more.
Every time I see a picture of the culprit smiling in the paper, I almost want to shout: “But you are one of us! How could you do this?”
We’d be surprised how much less judgemental and intolerant we grow, as our love and understanding of self increases.
Often, joy is hidden in the places you’re too afraid to look