When ‘Nice’ Meant Numb: Performing Kindness Over Truth
There was a time when I didn’t question my voice. I just used it. I spoke with the kind of…
There was a time when I didn’t question my voice. I just used it. I spoke with the kind of…
We say “sorry” when we bump into someone. “Sorry” when we speak up. “Sorry” when we take up space. “Sorry”…
The “good girl”. Quiet. Agreeable. Polite. Kind. Careful not to offend. But what looked like goodness was really obedience —…
I recall this memory so clearly. Every morning, just before I got out of the car for school, my father…
My name is Silondile Ndhlovu. I am a thinker and conversation-starter exploring the real stories behind gender, identity, and emotional…