And It was said to me: "embrace the glorious mess you are". How easy it is to see darkness in the winter shedding and not see that even in its gloominess lies great beauty. That even in our great struggles - lies within a great victory. How then does the Spring green come about without the fertilization of the Winter brown? Isn't it the very brown that gives way and life to the green we await to goggle in awe. There is power and sheer beauty in your mess. A true triumphing chaos that renders sweet melodic honey to your journey. So again it was whispered to me "embrace the glorious mess that you are

— Malebo Sephodi

And... Know thyself Know

— Malebo Sephodi

And that makes us (black women) feel like we have spokespeople, because everybody we encounter feels they have a piece of you and can tell you how to live your life

— Malebo Sephodi

Because books saved my life, literally, I've become close to them

— Malebo Sephodi

Expand! You are not small. Your Foremothers did not do what they did so you could occupy small!

— Malebo Sephodi

Feels so good to be quoted

— Malebo Sephodi

How do I negotiate my way across life with a system that I find so violent, yet it seems so normal to many others?

— Malebo Sephodi

I am art. I am authentic. Furthermore, I am love. Furthermore, I am me.

— Malebo Sephodi

I am shedding. I am not a new me. I am my old me in my new me. I remain, carved with the soul of my knife. My mess scattered all over my countenance. I am me. Take me as I am.

— Malebo Sephodi

In being everything for everyone, when am I anything for myself?

— Malebo Sephodi