My Blood Divides and Unites...
I am a Coloured woman of South Africa. The blood flowing through me was despised by apartheid, for it was not pure and it was not White. Because of this, I struggled with feelings of self-doubt and shame.
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I am a Coloured woman of South Africa. The blood flowing through me was despised by apartheid, for it was not pure and it was not White. Because of this, I struggled with feelings of self-doubt and shame.
The 21st century business model isn’t perfect, but it’s better than languishing in the never-ending unemployment queues. 21st century entrepreneurs can choose to work from home. They can even change countries without changing their source of income.
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"I was following Royal Dal," John said.
"Why?" Rose asked out of curiosity.
"I don't trust him," he admitted. "I haven't told anyone of my suspicions, because I felt like no one would believe me... And telling by your face, I was right…"
Here’s a fast-moving story about John, a 12-year-old who loved adventure – and found almost more than he could handle as he travels through the magical forest to find the Golden Castle and bring justice to a troubled people.
When an unplanned pregnancy threatens to turn the life of 32-year-old, single, careerwoman Leah Fine upside down, she fears her own child may be impaired, just like her aunt.
BEING BLACK AND BI-POLAR IN SOUTH AFRICA
‘My struggles with mental illness were in some ways like a child crying out for attention; more than that they were a cry for help from the mind I felt trapped in. There was a darkness in me that many times swallowed me whole.’
This is how Keamogetswe Bopalamo introduces her account of her troubled early life. It is an intensely personal account, and yet it speaks to a reality much broader than itself. In the exciting whirl of South Africa’s post-apartheid society, there is this darker side: the confusions, the fears, the rebellions, the degradations and emotional pain.