Zuleika Nanguwo
MALAWI / A holder of a Bachelor’s degree in Journalism from Blantyre International University, Malawi. She’s a writer, a motivational speaker, an actress, a model, and a feminist.
I am so ambitious that even when I'm tired, "go" is the only word I know.
My Hallelujah belongs to Jesus
I am not talking about the footballer Navas
Just the same name but different surnames
‘Cause mine is the man of the cross
I'm sorry for always putting you second to other people's priorities
It breaks my heart to recall all those nights you cried yourself to sleep.
It wasn't out of desperation for men that you cut yourself…
Cheers to my once ride or die
The one who knew me right
My once upon a time perfect ride
The one I thought would never park
But even the best stories have an end…
You told me how much you loved me
But my heart was used to being broken
Picking up the pieces was your motive
Unknowingly I scattered the pieces
But little did I know I was pushing you away
Gold that can never be replaced
A love so true, only angels can relate
I still want you and I cannot pretend
Here in Malawi, we have some traditional beliefs that violate women's rights. It is really okay to respect beliefs we have in our societies, but not all traditions are meant to be followed. How can it be a tradition for girls to be made to have sex with a paid sex worker known as a "Hyena" once they reach puberty?
Unknowingly like little boy Isaac going to be sacrificed, I deafly followed their words
Little did I know I would one day be at my worst
Where I’d feel nothing but pain through my chest
Lost in my character I changed men like clothes…