Book Pact Africa

We’re back — and we’re building futures one book at a time📚✨

In December 2025, Book Pact proudly carried out another Build A Library Project at Clare Secondary School in Makoni District, Manicaland. Through this initiative, we donated 100+ textbooks, novels, and stationery kits to support the most vulnerable students in the community.

These books are more than learning materials — they are gateways to opportunity. By reducing the student-to-textbook ratio, we are taking a vital step toward improving the quality of education and ensuring that every student can learn, dream, and thrive — regardless of socioeconomic background.

Our motto remains the same:
📖 Leadership Through Readership
We are building the next generation of educated leaders across Africa!

Book Pact is about access, equity, and investments in communities through knowledge.

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A huge THANK YOU to Fora: Network for Change, Smith College, Smith College - Conway Innovation & Entrepreneurship Center , and Jenny Makonise for your immense support in making this project possible. Together, we are turning pages into possibilities. 🙌📘

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Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela

‘Emotive, compelling and uplifting, ‘Long Walk to Freedom’ is the exhilarating story of an epic life; a story of hardship, resilience, and ultimate triumph, told with the clarity and eloquence of a born leader’ - UPenn African Studies Center

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

‘I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings captures the longing of lonely children, the brute insult of bigotry, and the wonder of words that can make the world right.’ – Goodreads

‘Told with a winning combination of wit and wisdom, this is a paean to the powers of storytelling to build bridges across divides, and heal what has been damaged’ – The Guardian

The Story of My Life by Hellen Keller

‘Keller, in short, matured, both as a person and a writer. She mastered a lesson that relatively few with all their senses have mastered, which is to write about what you know.’ – The New York Times

I Am A Girl From Africa by Elizabeth Nyamayaro

‘The inspiring journey of a young African woman whose near-death experience sparked a dream to change the world’

Educated by Tara Westover

‘Tara Westover’s one-of-a-kind memoir is about the shaping of a mind, yet page after page describes the maiming of bodies-not just hers but the heads, limbs, and torsos of her parents and six siblings, too. In briskly paced prose, she evokes a childhood that completely defined her.’ – The Atlantic

THE WEAPONS WE OWN – Tafadzwa Monalisa Musasa (19) Zimbabwe.

Our skins are the darkest and so our smiles are the brightest.
Our hearts still yearn for that brightness you see on our exterior,
But what of the darkness in our skulls that taints our hearts every iota?
See, we smile not because we have reasons to,
But we smile because it's our mandate to impress.
It's not that we do not have tears,
Neither is it that we don't have ears,
To hear the call of education near.
The mandate to impress at our own expense has been thrust in our face,
While the school gates have been shut in our face,
But our faces have developed a resistance,
Our voices, a persistence.

It's been a while since I've seen the authentic smiles
Because we are fed up and yet not fed.
We can't deny that hunger reeks in our land.
It's a battle we can't just fight with our hands.
We got to have explosive substance in our heads,
To resurrect our soils and herds because if not,
Meagre morsels will roll and tumble,
In our babies’ tummies while hunger reigns and rumbles.

It's been a while since I've seen the authentic smiles
Because we are buried and bound.
Our babies don't and won't bounce in the hands of other babies,
But our hands need something to hold on to,
So sn**ch a book and you build a baby.
What is our legacy and what is our branding?
A land of countless brainless babies?!
No, these fed-up babies gotta be brained up ladies.

It's been a while since I've seen the authentic smiles
Because life's been bitter as bile.
We've been running for miles, fighting for true smiles.
A smile is being an intellectual state, a state of mind
Achievable when to letters and numbers we're no longer blind.
Even if the world be unkind, intellectual transformation for each of our kind,
Is all there is on our minds, the purpose of our might.

It's been a while since I've seen the authentic smiles,
As we’ve been at war to be whole for a while.
Our world is flooded with one battle or the other,
So we want to be as armed as the others.

These are the weapons we own when duty calls,
The sharp pens and pencils, lethal to the problems of the planet,
Rewriting the fate of our land as they scar the face of the paper.
These are the weapons we own when battle roars.
The facts and formulas jumping off pages and screens,
To save our people and silence their screams.
These are the weapons we own when the globe needs to be untangled.

The fontanels that crack with stretched thought
And not ferrying vessels of corrupted water
These are the weapons we own,
And if any of us don't have our own,
Then we will sing this same song:
For weapons we long,
So for weapons, we toil
Till each of us has weapons of their own.

Born A Crime by Trevor Noah

‘A somewhat disjointed narrative with flashes of brilliant storytelling and acute observations on South African culture.’ – Kirkus Reviews

FIRE FLIES – Kudzwai Zvibodo (18) South Africa.

The pain you felt was never yours to endure
Nyaradzo, comfort was your name
Cancer was only a means of departure
It hurts that you had to go but I’m glad you came.

Even in heaven, I want you to remember me, me your little boy
Down my cheeks these tears trickle and sour.
Thank you for my cousin, my little bundles of joy
I was never ready especially for this hour.

You left without seeing me, without saying goodbye
No more pain, No more sorrow; you can now flourish in all your glory.
I promise not to cry because angels never die
To your children, I will forever tell your story.

For the person you were you didn’t deserve that pain
Your medal of Valor, a halo, and a pair of wings
Time will come when I can see you again
Looking up to the heavens our little firefly floats among the stars.