The anger felt hot, like the sting of sizzling cooking oil against naked skin. Quickly, it percolated throughout me, burning my core and making me want to shout out.
I have in past watched helpless women cry pain and frustration.I have cried the same tears too.I learned then that,change comes from with in,it is what we believe we can, not what others believe we ca
My vision for my life has changed drastically over the years, but especially within the last few weeks.
Wrapping up my Vision by scribbling some of my heart felt desires and longing is a small step towards unfolding myself and my womanhood. I am a human- my womanhood flows form the stream of humanism.
I came to World Pulse through the magazine.
My journey began as I sat down and watched a television program that show cased the suffering and ordeal that the women of Congo were going through.