I really miss things having character.
Everything seems so lifeless. No color. No texture. No story. No cool phones that look like lipgloss or tables with patterns, tiles that made you stop and look at them. Interesting things to look at in awe and wonder.
In light of recent events under the #GBV conversation in SA🇿🇦, I’m haunted by the echo of all the times we’ve been here before.
We’ve cried. We’ve marched. We’ve educated our sons and warned our daughters. We’ve lit candles, only to light them again.
Still, here we are.
We should continue -
To tell their stories in a way that cuts through numbness.
To hold up the mirror to our reality—not with more stats, but with their names. Their faces. Their lives.
To speak their names as more than headlines. As women who lived, who dreamed, who mattered❤️
In light of recent events under the #GBV conversation in SA🇿🇦, I’m haunted by the echo of all the times we’ve been here before.
We’ve cried. We’ve marched. We’ve educated our sons and warned our daughters. We’ve lit candles, only to light them again.
Still, here we are.