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The Reward Of Being A Good Teacher


I grew up in the era of public schools, where being insanely strict was thought to be the best way to educate a child. It was an era where teachers were glad if their students saw them and ran into ...

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Losing Friends Who Do Not Stand In Their Truth


I just buried a friend yesterday, only to log into Facebook this morning and see a fat R.I.P. on another friend’s picture. What is happening???   I met this second friend (I’ll call Jane Doe) in 2011 at a local ...

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#WisdomWednesday| DEEVA PROSE: Who Is A ‘Gywee’?

South Africa African Cup Soccer

Have you noticed people are becoming more and more creative with words? Beyonce Knowles created the word ‘bootylicious’; a word that has come to define a woman who is voluptuously beautiful and sexy. Kimora Lee Simmons coined the word ‘fabulousity’ ...

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DEEVA PROSE: The Funny Side Of The Bed

Black woman waking up in bed

Usually, when you start your day feeling irritably angry at everyone and everything, people will ask if you woke up from the wrong side of the bed. On this day, I think I must have woken from the funny side ...

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DEEVA PROSE: I Have No Magic Wand


Sometimes I wish I had a magic wand. I feel so sad when I see all the injustice going on in the world. I hear them on the radio, I watch them on TV. I see them in my workplace ...

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Broken Bridge of Memories 2: Omolara’s Story

Gambian woman and daughter

As the sun glistened in the afternoon sky, Sale walked into his wife’s eating place with a young maiden carrying a few bundles of clothing. Omolara, the eldest of nine children rushed out to greet her father and his guest ...

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Broken Bridge Of Memories 1: Nancy’s Story


I’ve often wondered about the mad man I see walking naked on the street. He rummages through rubbish bins. After he has eaten his fill of the decaying rubbish, he lies by the side of the road, under the glaring ...

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DEEVA PROSE: The Bondage Of Superstition


I was nursing my three month old son one day, when I noticed two wall geckos chasing each other on my wall. “What!” I exclaimed to myself, “enough already, this is my fifth baby!” Then I remembered the promise I ...

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