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...
Their Residences Were For White Students Only

Their Residences Were For White Students Only

I grew up in Lansdowne, on the Cape Flats, in a big and supportive family. My mother and my father’s family were from Claremont and most of us were evicted when the apartheid government used the Group Areas Act to declare that only white families could live in the...
Apartheid Affected Us All

Apartheid Affected Us All

I am a white middle-aged woman who grew up during Apartheid. I grew up in a country that was not free – Apartheid affected us all. White South Africans could vote, but there were other ways in which we were affected – we could not freely associate with who we wanted...
I Lost My Daughter to Cancer

I Lost My Daughter to Cancer

Omuhle passed on twenty-four months ago, today. March 15th is the day I held her in my arms in the ICU of Mediclinic, after four years of battling a form of cancer called neuroblastoma. She was going to turn five on 11 April 2015, and I had planned for a big Frozen...