“Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!” — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“Lately I find myself staring at people’s faces... I find myself frantically searching through the crowds for one face. I don’t find that face; I cry inside. Weeping for the identity I know no more.” — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.” — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“I could smell the food fill up my hunger before the order was even placed.” — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that… — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!” — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“You cannot shine if you are unused, for then you will rust and deflate.” — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“We are designed to dance. To use our bodies as weapons of grace, beauty and intrigue. We are designed to stretch until we master… — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full… — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“This book attempts to record a journey to restoration that applies to ordinary people like you and I. It is a shot towards healing.… — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
“Like my loved one, I am convinced that we all have critical conditions. Battles that we undertake behind the hospitals, in lonely alleys, secret… — Phindiwe Nkosi Copy Share Image
