Jane Mamotse Mpholo

Jane Mpholo is an award-winning multidisciplinary artist, entrepreneur, and changemaker from Botshabelo, South Africa. As CEO of Jane Mpholo Pty Ltd, she is pioneering work in theatre, film, and site-specific performance art. The first recipient of the CCIA’s “Outstanding Actor in Theatre” award, she has performed, written, and produced for national and international stages. Honored with two honorary awards from Onalerona Productions NPC and the Southern Region Women in Media Awards, she is a mentor, producer, and advocate for inclusivity. Through bold storytelling, she sparks important conversations, shaping the performing arts landscape and inspiring change worldwide.

Diary of a Christian girl…

They say we all have a third eye, but we are too fearful to use it. That we all can access the world in which we do not reside in. […]

The Unwanted Friend

For years she has been walking beside me You could say she has been more loyal than my shadow has ever been For she is with me all the time. […]

A poem in Sotho

I’ve decided to submit a poem in Sotho. It’s about the one chosen by the gods. Their beautiful yet tough journey. It talks about their glow despite their internal struggles. […]

Tatted

I suddenly have the urge to get a tattoo and I get all kinds of feelings. I ask myself questions like “which one will I go for this time around?” […]

The imperfections of motherhood 

I wrote this piece one day when I desperately felt the need to mourn the death of my brother, but I couldn’t. Truth is; I have a supportive partner who […]

I am not okay, but for now, I am!!!

There are times when it gets really loud, a time when silence feels like a luxury. Then there are those times when the silence is too loud. Either way, in […]

Heads or tails

Like a breeze she brings peace Like a lullaby she brings comfort She shakes the ground that she walks on  * Like a moon she brings warmth Like the sun […]

Dear stranger…..

They say charity begins at home and that’s a little funny to me because…. “Hi, my name is Charity and my story begins at home”. I grew up in a […]

Pen and paper

He gave her a tight hug and she knew with this one she didn’t have to pretend. Blood rushed through her body and tears fell down her face. It had […]

Untitled

Pads, stained by the guilt and the shame that came after he raped me. Pads, white and clean for that cycle that never came. Pads, soaked and full of resentment […]

Dismiss(ed)

Inspiration: It’s been 16 years since my parents passed on ….and I haven’t said this out loud but….sometimes I have to use 100x the energy to remember what they looked […]

Part 2: The Climb

It was awfully awkward in the room then she said to me, “You might wanna fix yourself now.” I asked what for and she said; “Oh well suit yourself but […]

Waterfall

Like water passing between the two mountains She fell down from Mother Nature, her mother’s prized possession  She was redirected by a calm breeze  Just in time to hit a rock  […]

Extract from The Climb

One day I came back home and found her with a man, she was so sad and could barely look me in the eye. She introduced him as her good […]

A letter to my brother

Dearest Broer I know you are not here to read this but for some reason, I feel it’s needed  It’s necessary for me to do this for writing is therapeutic […]

SCENE 5: “One with the stars”

Girl:  I keep staring at the stars hoping to find myself in them…but the more I stare, the more feel as though I was never one with them, I never […]