“Literature is and should continue to be a vehicle that dispels 'otherness' or the 'outsider” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“A bookshop is a peaceful sanctuary of silent voices waiting to heard” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“Literature is and should continue to be a vehicle that dispels 'otherness' or the 'outsider” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“The threatening tone, harsh aggression, made her submissive (Across Time And Space)” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“She was home, the passage walls, memorabilia of Ben's life, past and present, welcomed her like a doting grandmother.” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“Challenges turned the eye inward to empower a renewed self for an enhanced future.” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“In our angst and joy, we are ONE under the sky of humanity ~ Mala Naidoo, Author” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“In this worried rush, nobody stopped to see the sun appear over rooftops. Unnoticed beauty lost in the need to be everywhere, in every… — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“Memory is permanent and life's encounters, transient. - "Vindication Across Time” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“A thousand questions hung with the hopeful weight of a million bright bright stars, filling her with restless yearning. ~ “Vindication Across Time” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“I have not quite come to terms with the brevity that people crave as they dash through life, flitting from one thing to another.… — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“Memories don't die, they become shelved in recesses of one's mind, resurfacing when the triggers of life re-ignite them, lighting up the heart, in… — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“The threatening to, harsh aggression, made her submissive. (Across Time And Space)” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“Once we are made aware of the universality of our angsts and joys, we become one under the sky of humanity” — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
“Memories don't die, they become shelved in the recesses of one's mind, resurfacing when the triggers of life reignite them, lighting up the heart,… — Mala Naidoo Copy Share Image
