Author: Nonkululeko Britton
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How I’m putting down roots for the future on our little family farm
Between the vegetable garden and the livestock pens, a family invests in the prospects of a brighter tomorrow.
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I am who I am because of other women
Not many girls could claim that they were raised by a community of women.
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I am who I am because of other women
Even in the toughest of times, their love and nurturing brought hope and order into a young girl’s life, and helped to transform into a proud and independent woman
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The gold-rush warrior woman who taught me the secrets of financial freedom
Abandoned by her husband, she was left to fend for herself and her two young children.
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Let’s hear it for those friends who can light up your darkest day with a call
True friends, the kind who make you feel like family, are worth holding on to, even as you follow your separate paths over the years
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When I lost my father, I had to learn how to find myself
He was an absent dad for the most part, and the hurt he left behind has taken many years to heal. But even in the hardest of times, there have been lessons to learn about the power of standing strongly on your own
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I’m a black woman farmer, and this is how my life has changed for the better
It sounded like a crazy idea at the time, moving from digital content marketing to growing produce and raising poultry. But the harvest of lessons has been rich and abundant, and a model of what can be achieved by women who are bold enough to enter this fast-growing field
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Okay, I’ll admit it, I expect and like a guy to take care of me
There’s more to being equal partners in a modern relationship than splitting the household bills on a spreadsheet. Sometimes, even in the little gestures, it’s good to know you’re being taken care of too
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Why becoming a landlord was the best money move I ever made
Looking after your finances isn’t easy, especially in your early years of building a career. But if you get it right, your finances, one day, will look after you
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The lessons the oracle taught me about life, survival, & phuthu pap
She was preparing our meal for that afternoon, a humble dish of phuthu pap (crumbed pap) and maas. The maas was a product of milk she got from her cows which she fermented. This was one of my favourite meals, growing up.