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10 Things Never to Say to a Survivor of Abuse and What to Say Instead

When someone tells you they have experienced abuse, your response matters. They may have spent months or years deciding whether it was safe to speak. You […]

How to Hold Space for Survivors of Abuse: Trauma-Informed Ways to Offer Support

Learn how to support survivors of sexual abuse, domestic violence, and other forms of trauma with compassion. These trauma-informed approaches can help someone feel heard, believed, […]

I Was Drugged and Raped at Ghana Institute of Journalism.

When I was a student at the Ghana Institute of Journalism, I was drugged and raped. ​I only trusted two people with my story: my best […]

What the Hell is Happening in Malindi?

I arrived in Malindi, Kenya’s sun-soaked coastal town expecting palm trees, white-sand beaches, Swahili hospitality, and maybe a few beach vendors selling handmade souvenirs. What I […]

An Open Letter to Institutions: Beyond the Theatrics — Survivors Deserve More

As the world prepares to mark another 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence, I find myself reflecting deeply not on the orange ribbons, hashtags, or […]

Love Letters to Lesotho: Part 1 – Ha Motjotji and the Mountain Magic

Dear Lesotho, From the moment I crossed your borders, I knew you were different.Every curve of your mountains whispered to me, every breeze carried secrets of […]

Why I’m Never Going Back to Uganda (Unless God Says There’s $1 Million Waiting for Me)

Let me just say it: I am never going back to Uganda—unless I hear a loud, unmistakable voice from heaven saying, “My daughter, there’s $1 million […]

Love Letters to Lesotho: Preface

There are some places you visit, take a few photos, and leave behind. And then there are places that visit you — they move into your […]

When Sparks Fly with Someone Who Isn’t Yours

I wasn’t expecting it. I went white water rafting for the adrenaline, not for a spark. Yet somewhere between the crashing waves, the laughter, and the […]