My mother gave me up for adoption

My mother gave me up for adoption

At ten years of age, my mother gave me up for adoption. The two-mother situation could have been difficult Only they didn’t call it adoption and it wasn’t really “giving me up” because we maintained contact and did not cut the surname ties and everything else. I mean,...
Motherhood brought me home

Motherhood brought me home

When I left home at the age of eighteen to go to university, I was excited about two things above all. The first was my new life, the life that would begin with being a Rhodes student and end with unprecedented success in the journalism industry. The second was the...
Pregnant at 17: all I wanted was to be free

Pregnant at 17: all I wanted was to be free

The time in my life when I felt the most trapped is when I fell pregnant at 17. No one could have prepared me for the looks of disappointment from my family, the echoes of pain in our home, and the sudden feeling of being stagnant, trapped and a victim of my own...