Photos without captions are left for one's interpretation. A picture is worth a thousand words, some often left unsaid. As I flip through old photo albums, I read the stories told by each image. I'm by nature, nostalgic, and find peace in past time's paradise. But those photos show how far I have come. I see the journey to unlearning and healing. I see the map to self love. There are images of loved ones both living and deceased. Memories are affirmed by photos and below are the portraits of my life. 1. Photo with dad My middle name in Zulu loosely means 'daddy's girl'. Out of all my sisters, I cleaved to my father's hip. At 5 ft 2 in, my father was the figure that I looked up to. This photo resembles him carrying my life in his hands. I didn't have to face the world alone, daddy had me. 2. Photo of mum My mother was and still is the most stylish woman that I know. If it weren't for traditional Shona customs, I would still have most ...
If I could afford it, I would have a therapist, but I have got my MPV...