My grandfather doesn’t talk about Jesus’ race during any of his sermons. I don’t care to ask him about it either because I can see from the pictures of

Have you ever been to a 21st birthday party or is it just a South African thing? Particularly, a Black South African thing? My family couldn’t afford to throw me a big party when I turned 21 but I was invited to a few and I attended them all. The…

A friend once passionately said I was familiar with American politics at this point, I’d even chosen a side. I imagined myself as an American, what experiences I would have had if I was African American, and upon that I concluded; if I was…

I have always struggled with the definition of a stepparent. I did what all smart people do…I googled the definition of a stepparent and this is what I found. It’s pretty simple really,

The lady preaching at the Sunday night service during our annual church conference is a tall, dark skinned woman, from Zimbabwe, could be Zambia, I’m not sure but definitely one of the African countries that start with Z. She walks up the stage, I mean pulpit, with a stride and…

This popped in my head WHILE I was meditating — which is insane because I meditate to bring positivity and calmness in my life. But, here I am, listening to the soothing voice of Deepak Chopra and all I can think about is “toxic positivity”. After the meditation, I uncontrollably…

Sex is very complicated for me. It is complicated and messy. Don’t get me wrong, the mechanics of sex are wonderful. I think I’m pretty well versed in the working of sex — but I don’t want to brag. I have been reflecting on the ways in which sex introduced…

My brother lowers his eyes as he tells me about the three-year-old boy who was found naked, raped and murdered in an empty field. His eyes don’t water, but his voice shakes as he explains to me where this field is. His girlfriend holds on a bit tighter to their…

I don’t remember my first friend; I don’t think I had real friendships until I was in high school. The main reason for the lack of friends is that I grew up in a household where after school friendships were forbidden. My grandparents didn’t like friends; okay, that’s an understatement…

My stepmother keeps her eyes glued to the book she’s reading as my father talks to “us”, trying to solve a dispute that happened while he was at work. She says nothing, makes no eye contact with either of us but I feel her rage. I honestly don’t remember what…

Khanyisa Mnyaka

Khanyisa is an entrepreneur, teacher, traveler, writer and spiritual seeker.

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