Welcome to EVIDENCE OF MY PEN.

Hi, I hope you are ready to exit the literal world and visit mine. A world carefully designed by words and decorated by my emotions. Humanity recognizes me as Simphiwe Bangani but, I recognize myself as a stranger. Stay here to find out why.

This is not just a blog, it is a space where I get to breathe without fear. This is where my pen scribbles without limitations. Be ready, here you will find pieces of my heart. Some blooded and unrecognizable as they reflect the struggles that I have faced, some clean and untouched, representing the little smiles and memories that came with being alive. Welcome to my roller-coaster, please fasten your seatbelt.

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