Sarah Kgwaripe Whore ❤️❤️

About Durban

Sometimes it’s funny, tho – dudes yellin’ “whore” at chicks who just livin’. I laugh, “Fool, she’s outsmartin’ you!” Sarcasm’s my jam, keeps it real. Like in *Moolaadé*, “Tradition kills!” – whore’s a word that kills too, cuts deep. Ever think ‘bout that? Blows my mind, how one word flips lives. I knew this chick, swear, called “whore” ‘cause she danced wild. Danced better than yo mama, tho! Hella spirit, that’s what I saw.

Kgwaripe, South Africa

It takes over eight hours on the national highway to reach Navali, a nondescript village located about kilometers ( miles) from the capital of Madhya Pradesh state, Bhopal. The .

I get a bit excited, babbling 'bout every tight corner; sometimes, I nearly forget my truths. Kgwaripe is a rough gem, a mosaic of peace and disarray. B-b-but that's what makes it real, yess, swears! It’s where every muscle’s touched, every spirit soothed. I been here, feelin’ joy and sorrow – sometimes both at once, mad as hell, sometimes light as a feather.