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10/09/2025

💜 Venting Out as a Special Needs Mom or Guardian 💜

There are days when the weight of it all feels too much.
The endless appointments. The stares. The exhaustion. The love that burns bright but also drains you dry.

✨ It’s okay to feel overwhelmed.
✨ It’s okay to need a moment for you.
✨ It’s okay to say, “This is hard.”

Here are a few things you can do when the pressure builds up:

🌱 Breathe – slow, deep breaths reset your nervous system.
🌱 Write it out – journaling helps release what your heart can’t carry.
🌱 Cry if you need to – tears are strength leaving the body.
🌱 Take a short break – even five minutes of stillness is healing.
🌱 Talk to someone safe – you don’t have to hold it alone.

Remember: Venting is not weakness—it’s self-care. 🌸
Your feelings are valid. And you matter too.

08/09/2025

💜 Special Needs Parenting: The Silent Weight of Depression & Anxiety 💜

Being a special needs parent is a journey of unconditional love, but it also comes with invisible battles many won’t see.
Behind the smiles, the therapy sessions, and the advocacy—there are moments of exhaustion, loneliness, anxiety, and even depression.

It’s not weakness. It’s not failure. It’s the heavy weight of caring so deeply, often with little rest or support.

🌱 If you are here:

You are not alone.

Your feelings are valid.

Seeking help does not make you less strong—it makes you human.

Let’s normalize these conversations, because healing begins with honesty. Together, we can support not only our children’s growth, but also our own well-being.

✨ Remember: You matter too.

05/09/2025

💜 Advocating for My Treasure 💜

Life has a way of showing us what really matters. Sometimes we are called to make the toughest choices for the people we love most. When it comes to Kayla, I have never second-guessed my choices.

Her journey pushed me out of my comfort zone and into places I never imagined I’d have to be. Being her mom brought out a strength I didn’t know I had. I’ve had to shut out some people along the way, because at the end of the day—my blood, my children, Anotida and Anotipa (Kayla), are my treasure.

Kayla is more than a child with special conditions—she is a warrior. One day it’s convulsions, the next it’s something else, but through it all, she continues to teach me resilience, patience, and unconditional love.

This is why I advocate for special needs parenting. 💪 We don’t need pity. We need support, awareness, and understanding. Every child deserves to be seen beyond their condition, and every parent walking this road deserves to be reminded: You are not alone.

03/09/2025

✨ Longer Storytelling Style (to really connect):
Some days I feel like I’ve got it all together. Other days, I’m just holding on with tears in my eyes, reminding myself that tomorrow is another chance 💜💜💜

Being a special needs mom isn’t easy,it’s a journey full of love, patience, and lessons I never thought I’d learn. I celebrate the smallest milestones like they are the biggest victories, because for us… they are 🌸💜

To every parent on this road, you are not walking it alone. We are stronger together, and every step forward is worth celebrating 🙏🙏🙏

03/09/2025

03/09/2025

A Zambian lawyer named Pilula recently posted a simple Sunday selfie that unexpectedly went viral for the wrong reasons. Over 700,000 people shared and commented, criticizing her looks and even questioning if the photo was AI-generated. It reminded me so much of my own story back in 2012 when I was cyber-bullied for being “ugly.”

But like honestly—on whose standards am I supposed to be called beautiful? 🤔 Beauty has never been one-size-fits-all. Being mocked for something you can’t easily change is not funny at all 😹😹😹. Tese tikanaka kozoshata ani? So why live for someone else’s approval when you can embrace your own shine?

What makes Pilula’s story powerful is not the negativity but her resilience. She didn’t delete her photo or hide. She simply said: “I know who I am, and that’s enough.” And that’s the energy I’m carrying too.

✨ Be your own beautiful. Do not live up to anybody’s standards.
Wakanaka mhamha vako ❤️

10/06/2025

Okay, just okay.

The day Straw showed up on Netflix I was like, “Yea, that’s one of my favorite stars (Taraji P. Henson), but I’ll watch it... not just now. Maybe later.”
Two days later I’m on Facebook and this movie is everywhere. A traffic. And out of curiosity, I had to settle for it. 🎥
All I’ll say is, it hit home. 😭😭😭

Raising a child with special needs is never easy...your mind is never at ease.
You’re constantly filled with what ifs.

What if she has a seizure while I’m not there?
What if people laugh at how she talks, walks, eats, or stims?
What if school fails her?
What if I fail her?

Your world becomes small,
Not because you want it to be,
But because inclusion is a word, not a practice.

You stop getting invited to things.
Or worse,you start saying no before they even ask.
Because it’s just easier than explaining why you can't come.
Why your child might cry or panic.
Why you can’t just “get a babysitter.”

And you carry this heavy silence.
Not because you don’t want to talk,
But because people only want the polished version.
They don’t want the meltdowns. The emergency room visits. The nights you don’t sleep.

Sometimes it feels like nobody sees us. Like we’re screaming in a soundproof room.

But if Straw did anything, it cracked that door open.
And for a moment, just a moment...
I know a lot of special needs mommas felt seen and single mothers as well💐💐💐
Not as a warrior. Not as a supermom.
But as a human.
Tired.
Scared.
But still showing up.

Every. Single. Day.💐💯

20/04/2025

Your DAILY POSITIVE DOSAGE 💉💊✨
“Small Steps, Big Wins”

This morning I looked at Kayla and smiled. Not because everything is perfect, but because she woke up smiling, and that’s a win.

There were days I begged for just one calm morning. Days I questioned if I was enough. But today reminded me: progress isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s in the small things, the peaceful sleep, the giggle during breakfast, or the moment she held my hand without fear.

To every parent walking this road:
Celebrate the little victories. They matter more than anyone else can understand. You are doing amazing. One day, one breath, one hug at a time🤍💜❤️

08/03/2025

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06/03/2025

Shadowed Justice
Story by Tate (27681634598)

Chapter 8: The Storm Begins

Tari barely made it through the next two days.

She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the storm to hit. And when it did, it hit harder than she ever imagined.

It started with an email.

A cold, impersonal message from a law firm.

Subject: Custody Inquiry – Brian Chikafa vs. Tari Moyo

Her stomach twisted as she read the words.

"We are reaching out on behalf of our client, Mr. Brian Chikafa, regarding his legal rights to establish custody and visitation of his biological daughter, Claire Moyo."

Her breath caught.

She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, her vision blurring.

This was real.

He was actually doing this.

"Mommy?"

She turned quickly, blinking away the panic as Claire walked into the kitchen.

Claire: (Frowning.) "Why are you sad?"

Tari forced a smile, crouching down and pulling her daughter into her arms.

Tari: (Softly.) "I’m not sad, baby. I’m just thinking."

Claire studied her carefully, as if she knew her mother was lying but didn’t have the words to call her out on it.

Tari kissed her forehead.

Tari: "Go watch cartoons, okay? I’ll make us breakfast soon."

Claire nodded, but she kept looking back as she walked away.

As soon as Tari heard the TV switch on, she grabbed her phone and dialed.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Kudzi: (Immediately.) "Tari? What’s wrong?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Tari: (Whispers.) "Brian is suing for custody."

Silence.

And then—

Kudzi: (Deadly calm.) "I’m on my way."

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Thirty Minutes Later – War Room

Kudzi paced back and forth in Tari’s living room, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap.

Kudzi: (Muttering.) "Unbelievable. He leaves for five years and now he suddenly wants to play father?"

Tari sat on the couch, staring at the email.

Tari: (Quietly.) "What if he wins?"

Kudzi stopped pacing.

He turned to look at her, his expression fierce.

Kudzi: (Firmly.) "He won’t."

She let out a bitter laugh.

Tari: "Kudzi, the law doesn’t care about what’s fair. It only cares about facts. And the fact is, Brian is Claire’s biological father."

Kudzi’s hands balled into fists.

Kudzi: "And where was he when she was in the hospital? Where was he when you were working yourself to exhaustion just to take care of her?"

Tari closed her eyes, exhaustion washing over her.

Tari: "I don’t know, Kudzi. But none of that changes the fact that he’s coming for her now."

Kudzi took a deep breath, kneeling in front of her.

Kudzi: (Softly.) "We’ll fight, Tari. You’re not alone in this."

She looked at him, her chest tightening.

For so long, she had carried this weight by herself.

And now, someone was willing to carry it with her.

But before she could respond, her phone rang again.

An unknown number.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

She hesitated, then answered.

Tari: "Hello?"

A familiar voice came through the line, smooth, confident.

Brian: "I told you, Tari. This isn’t over."

She gripped the phone tighter.

Tari: (Coldly.) "What do you want?"

Brian: (Laughs softly.) "To give you a chance to do this the easy way. Let me see my daughter, and maybe we don’t have to drag this through court."

Her vision blurred with fury.

Tari: (Sharp.) "You don’t get to manipulate me."

Brian sighed dramatically.

Brian: "I was hoping you’d be reasonable. But if you want a war, Tari…" (His voice darkens.) "You’ll get one."

The line went dead.

Tari’s hand trembled as she lowered the phone.

Kudzi knelt beside her, his eyes burning with barely contained rage.

Kudzi: "That bastard just made the biggest mistake of his life."

Tari exhaled shakily.

Because she knew, deep down—

This was only the beginning.

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Shadowed Justice
Story by Tate (27681634598)

Chapter 9: Breaking Points

Tari barely recognized her own life anymore.

Every day felt like another punch to the gut.

First, Brian’s legal threats.

Then… the whispers started.

She noticed it first at Claire's school. The way a few of the other mothers glanced at her, their conversations cutting off when she walked by.

Then, at the grocery store, the cashier, who usually greeted her warmly—kept her tone neutral, her eyes wary.

It wasn’t until she opened Facebook that she realized why.

Someone had posted in the "Parenting in Harare" group.

"Imagine keeping a child from their real father just because of old grudges. A child deserves both parents. Some women are so selfish."

Tari’s blood turned ice cold.

There were hundreds of comments.

Some supportive.

Most… not.

"Fathers have rights too."
"Just because he wasn’t ready then doesn’t mean he shouldn’t get a chance now."
"Typical bitter baby mama behavior."

Her hands shook as she scrolled, nausea rising in her throat.

There were no names.

But she knew exactly who was behind it.

Brian.

"Tari?"

She jumped, her phone nearly slipping from her grasp.

Kudzi stood in the doorway, his brows furrowed with concern.

She exhaled shakily, running a hand over her face.

Tari: (Barely above a whisper.) "He’s turning people against me."

Kudzi took the phone from her hand, scrolling through the comments.

His entire body went rigid.

Kudzi: (Low, dangerous.) "That son of a—"

He cut himself off, his grip on the phone so tight it looked like he might break it.

Kudzi: (Gritted teeth.) "He’s not just coming for you legally. He’s trying to destroy your reputation."

Tari let out a bitter laugh.

Tari: "And it’s working."

She gestured toward the screen.

Tari: "People are already choosing sides. And I’m losing."

Kudzi knelt in front of her, gripping her hands.

Kudzi: (Firmly.) "You are not losing. He’s playing dirty because he knows he doesn’t stand a chance if this goes to court."

Tari shook her head, her voice breaking.

Tari: "He’s winning the court of public opinion. And if he can paint me as the villain before we even step inside a courtroom… he might actually win custody."

Silence stretched between them.

Then—

Kudzi: (Softly.) "Let me fix this."

She looked at him, tears threatening to spill.

Tari: "How?"

His jaw tightened.

Kudzi: "I’ll handle Brian."

A shiver ran down her spine.

There was something in his voice. Something dark.

Tari: (Whispers.) "Kudzi… what are you planning?"

His gaze met hers.

Kudzi: (Quietly.) "Whatever it takes."

And for the first time…

Tari wasn’t sure whether she should be relieved or afraid.

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Meanwhile – Brian’s Next Move

Brian leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face as he scrolled through the growing flood of online comments.

This was almost too easy.

People believed what they wanted to believe.

All it took was a few strategic posts, a little bit of well-placed outrage, and suddenly Tari was the villain of the story.

He picked up his phone and dialed.

A female voice answered.

Woman: "Hello?"

Brian smirked.

Brian: "Ready to play your part?"

The woman laughed softly.

Woman: "Oh, I’ve been waiting for this."

Brian’s smirk widened.

Because soon…

Tari wouldn’t just be fighting him.

She’d be fighting the mother of his other child.

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What’s Next?

Chapter 10: The Other Woman – Tari is blindsided when another woman steps forward, claiming Brian has been an active father all along.

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