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December 1989, Lirangwe With the letter folded in his hand, Gift Mbewe followed the familiar path through the brush, past thorny shrubs

Have you ever poured your love into everyone else — your partner, your family, your friends, but still feel empty inside? I

Forgiveness is often misunderstood, especially when it comes to the pain women carry. Many of us were taught that forgiving means pretending

For many years, I believed that loving myself was something I would get to after everything else. After I had proven my worth. After

There was a time when I didn’t believe in myself. I second-guessed everything I said, everything I did. I felt like everyone

I received a question in the comments recently that I believe many of you have probably wondered too: “Are all your novels

I was just 16 years old, sitting in my Grade 10 classroom in Pretoria, when I first discovered the thrill of writing.