Dear Reader, My name is Jessan (pronounced as if it were spelled "Jess - AN <--like an apple"). I am a professional writer, published poet, former Adjunct Professor and Visiting Lecturer/Artist.
It’s no secret that life in Africa is hard. But in that place of discomfort there is a tremendous room for growth.
What they do to one of us, they do to all of us women. Today we get killed, we get trafficked, get raped, get burned, get pregnant very young, and get our dreams stolen.
Hello Fellow Sisters and Brothers on World Pulse,
‘Bee, sit down,’ ‘Bee, don’t go out’ ‘Bee, don’t run, don’t shout’ All day, the flat next door Reverberates with the sound of ‘don’t’ Amidst lives Bee… an 8 year old
When I look to the west from my house rooftop, I can see a small factory, which directly faces the streets.
The atmosphere was tense, thick and cloudy literally, I was unperturbed because I was not expecting any pat on my back for daring to challenge the socio-cultural believes.
Isn't it funny how sometimes when you have a realization, you start seeing it more and more in your daily life?