You arrive into this world as a blank page. From there, you either write your own story or hand the pen to someone else to write it for you.
I am not ashamed or never have been ashamed of my upbringing, rather I find joy in sharing how I was raised and where I grew up. I grew in an impoverished family, a story of almost every young black person in South Africa or born in Africa. For the longest time, I have struggled to pick anything positive within my community, I allowed myself to…
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