Category: About Bohlale

Have you ever noticed how words can hold a life of their own?How a sentence can tremble with memory, or a paragraph can...

There are times when the universe doesn't just whisper; it shouts. For me, that shout comes in the form of a number: 18...

This album is more than music; it is a conversation with God and my inner self, and the sacred rhythms that flow throug...

There are moments in life when a new tool doesn’t just enter your world, it expands it.For me, discovering Suno was o...

Over the past few years, I have navigated the delicate dance between unschooling and homeschooling, two very different ...

If virtues were superheroes, integrity would be the one quietly holding the universe together while the others show off...

For a long time, I didn’t have the words to describe what I was feeling.There were days when I woke up heavy, as if m...

When I was writing I Am Water, I realised that some emotions could not be contained by words alone. The poems carried r...

Today, I turn 35. Thirty-five years of living, loving, losing, learning, and becoming. Thirty-five years of shedding...

October arrives not just as a month of my birth, but as a doorway. In the rhythm of African time, it is the threshold of...