Ms Rotondwa Mudau
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THE FIRST BORN WHO NEVER GOT TO BE A CHILD
She’s the one they called strong before she ever even understood what strength was. The firstborn. The oldest. The fixer. The bridge between her parents' brokenness and her siblings' innocence. The one who was told, “You’re the example,” before she ever got to feel seen for herself.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau7 months ago in Confessions
SHE WAS MY SAFE PLACE.... AND THEN SHE WAS GONE
They say the world becomes a little colder when you lose your mother but they never warned me how unsafe it would feel. No one prepares you for the day you stop being someone’s child… not because you’ve grown up, but because the person who made you feel like you could just be… is gone.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau7 months ago in Motivation
EVERY TIME I SMILE, PAIN TAPS ME ON THE SHOULDER
They don’t tell you that rejection doesn’t just break your heart it rewires it. For some of us, it starts early. Maybe it was the parent who left. The one who stayed but never looked at you like you mattered. Or the boy in school who called you beautiful only when no one else was listening, then denied ever knowing your worth out loud.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau7 months ago in Motivation
from ashes to light
As I sat in the stillness of the early morning hours of January 2025, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. The world outside was quiet, except for the distant sounds of fireworks and cheers that lingered from the New Year's celebrations. But in my heart, a new celebration was about to begin. I had spent the last few days reflecting on my life, on the trials and tribulations that had shaped me into the person I am today. I thought about the pain, the fear, and the darkness that had once consumed me. But most of all, I thought about the light that had begun to shine through the cracks. It's been over a decade since my life took a drastic turn. I was just 13 years old when I lost my mom. The pain of that loss was overwhelming, and it sent me spiraling into a world of darkness. I felt lost, alone, and vulnerable. The abuse that followed only added to the pain, and I found myself struggling to survive. I survived suicide, the desperate attempt to escape the pain that had become too much to bear. I survived emotional and physical abuse, the constant barrage of hurtful words and actions that chipped away at my self-worth. I survived sexual abuse, the violation of my body and my trust. And I survived it all with no one to turn to, no one to believe me, and no one to save me. But as I sit here today, I realize that I did survive. I survived the abuse, the pain, and the darkness. And I'm not just surviving; I'm thriving. I'm finding my voice, my strength, and my purpose. As I look to the future, I'm filled with a sense of hope and excitement. I've been thinking about starting a new project, one that will allow me to share my story with the world. I want to publish my story, to let others know that they're not alone, that there is hope, and that they too can survive. My project is still in its infancy, but I can feel the passion and excitement building within me. I envision a book, a collection of stories, poems, and artwork that reflect my journey. I want to call it "From Ashes to Light," a symbol of my transformation from darkness to light. As I think about publishing my story, I'm filled with a sense of purpose. I know that my story can help others, that it can provide hope and inspiration to those who are struggling. I think about all the people out there who are going through similar experiences, who are feeling lost and alone. And I want them to know that they're not alone, that there is a way out of the darkness. I remember the days when I felt like I was walking through a never-ending tunnel, with no light in sight. But I also remember the moment when I saw a glimmer of light, when I realized that I had the strength to keep going. And that's what I want to share with others. As I embark on this new journey, I'm filled with a sense of excitement and anticipation. I know that it won't be easy, that there will be challenges and obstacles along the way. But I'm ready. I'm ready to share my story, to help others, and to shine my light. I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my past slowly lifting off my shoulders. I know that I'll always carry the scars of my past with me, but I also know that I'm not defined by them. I'm defined by my strength, my resilience, and my determination. As I look to the future, I'm filled with a sense of hope and possibility. I know that I have the power to create change, to make a difference in the world. And I'm excited to see where this new journey will take me. The fireworks may have faded, but the celebration in my heart has just begun. I'm ready to start this new chapter, to share my story, and to shine my light. I'm ready to take on 2025, and to make it a year of hope, healing, and redemption.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau8 months ago in Motivation
