Invisibility is not a cloak to be worn — I am a woman in my late 50s. I left my marriage in my early 50s. I moved my children and myself to a new city in my late 50s. I have relaunched a new business, learnt new skills and taken up exercise. I have started a brighter, better life…

Mantra: ROAR “Do not fear. God provides for lions so he will provide for you as well.” Who am I? A businesswoman, a writer, a poet, a mother and middle-aged! My life has had many ups and downs. …

After the Parade — Flyers and posts flutter in the wind, discarded on the streets where once thousands walked wanting to be seen and heard. Voices loud and soft, screaming and shouting, terse or gentle. All with one message. All with one purpose. Speaking as one voice, demanding, wanting, commanding, urgency resonating from their core. All wanting to make a change in that single moment of time. But…

Believing in yourself is only four steps away There are some people born with it. Some people acquire it along the journey of life. And there are some who think they’ll never acquire it. How wrong they are. I have learnt in my 58 years that nothing is impossible, and…

remember this of me when I die — Dear children, remember this of me when I die - that I have loved you with my heart and soul. You were the reason I stayed alive, I watched you grow and flourish to become the people you are now and are yet to become. I did my very best for you, protected you the…

And speak the language of God — Let’s all untie the knots from our tongues and speak the language of God, where nothing is hidden or untoward and is as transparent as the air we breathe, as clear as the water we drink. …

There is always a reason for doing something — There is always a reason for doing something. After my mother died in 2017 and experiencing a series of highs and lows, I had the initial idea to set up Roaring Ahead. The idea was to offer life coaching to women because of what I had experienced in my own…

Through the Eyes of People Who Never Saw Us — Let us stop seeing ourselves through the eyes of people who never saw us, understood us, or got us, who didn’t care if we lived or died, survived or thrived, who didn’t stretch a helping hand when we began to drown, who pushed us down when we wanted to rise, who thought they knew us when they never had a…