YOU KNOW MY NAME, BUT DO YOU KNOW MY STORY?

Stories connect people. They help break down suspicion and build understanding. Until we know each other’s stories we can never fully trust each other. What’s your story?

 

 

 

 

 

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Go beyond the #hashtag with the power of story

Making your voice heard online is good. Making a difference offline is better. Stories shape the way we see the world.

 

 

 

 

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I hated being the dark one

Growing up with a dark complexion caused a lot of teasing and pain for Zama. She shares her story of overcoming discrimination and discovering her beauty..

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Continuing her father’s legacy

Mokgadi started beekeeping almost by accident – she used to get some honey from her father’s supply until one day he said to her, “You’re finishing my supply. I’m not working for you.”

She got a few beehives to harvest her own supply on her father’s farm. Being a Black woman in a white male dominated industry has not been easy, but Mokgadi is determined to make it work.

I could have been trafficked that day

I could have been trafficked that day

A narrow escape from being trafficked twenty-four years ago changed Blessing’s life forever. As an anti-human trafficking activist, she is now directly involved in making sure other girls and women are able to return to their homes safely.

I did not think of it as prostitution

I did not think of it as prostitution

Growing up, Hilda’s family struggled financially, but when she fell pregnant in high school, things became harder. After dropping out of school, she decided to become a sex worker to provide for her family.

They called me the little bastard

They called me the little bastard

Blackie’s identity has been questioned from the moment he was born. He was born to white parents in apartheid South Africa, but he appeared coloured. The appearance of his skin made him a target for ridicule and cruelty for years, even from his own father, who questioned his paternity. Here is a snippet from his story.

My mother made it look easy

Many of us grow up thinking our mothers are supermoms, but it’s only when you become a parent yourself that you begin to really understand the sacrifices that make mothers real-life heroes.

Motherhood brought me home

Motherhood brought me home

Motherhood brought with it a gift of love, but it also brought Morongoa necessary, tough lessons about life. When she became a mother, she began to understand her mother’s perspective.