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About Maurice
🧡 My Story — From Unspoken to Unbroken
I’m a single father in my 50s, originally from Zululand—a rural area in South Africa where community and tradition shaped everything.
We were taught to be strong. To be silent. To keep our pain behind closed doors.
And for a long time, that’s exactly what I did.
From the outside, my life once looked ideal. I had a family. A business. A version of success. But behind the scenes, I was carrying the weight of unspoken trauma, unresolved mistakes, and emotional pain I didn’t know how to name—let alone express.
When things began to unravel—divorce, business struggles, identity crises—I followed the only path I knew: I buried it. I kept quiet. I tried to hold it together.
But silence doesn’t heal.
Truth, even when it’s hard, is where healing begins.
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💔 The Breaking Point
The life I had built—brick by brick—began to fall apart. Not because I didn’t love, not because I didn’t try, but because I had never learned how to face the things I didn’t speak.
The damage of silence is slow. It shows up in our parenting, our relationships, our choices. I hurt people I cared about. I hurt myself. And eventually, I couldn’t pretend anymore.
That was the beginning of something new.
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🚴 The Journey Forward
I’ve always been a builder. I chose business over university. I’ve built companies, teams, and a life from scratch—first in South Africa, then again when I moved to the UK for my children’s future.
Now I’m building something deeper. A journey that goes far beyond business.
Unspoken to Unbroken is my path forward—a 4–5 year ride around the world on a bicycle. Not just to see the world, but to meet it. To meet people. To meet truth.
To speak honestly about trauma, healing, forgiveness, and the hard lessons that come from facing yourself.
I’m a single father in my 50s, originally from Zululand—a rural area in South Africa where community and tradition shaped everything.
We were taught to be strong. To be silent. To keep our pain behind closed doors.
And for a long time, that’s exactly what I did.
From the outside, my life once looked ideal. I had a family. A business. A version of success. But behind the scenes, I was carrying the weight of unspoken trauma, unresolved mistakes, and emotional pain I didn’t know how to name—let alone express.
When things began to unravel—divorce, business struggles, identity crises—I followed the only path I knew: I buried it. I kept quiet. I tried to hold it together.
But silence doesn’t heal.
Truth, even when it’s hard, is where healing begins.
⸻
💔 The Breaking Point
The life I had built—brick by brick—began to fall apart. Not because I didn’t love, not because I didn’t try, but because I had never learned how to face the things I didn’t speak.
The damage of silence is slow. It shows up in our parenting, our relationships, our choices. I hurt people I cared about. I hurt myself. And eventually, I couldn’t pretend anymore.
That was the beginning of something new.
⸻
🚴 The Journey Forward
I’ve always been a builder. I chose business over university. I’ve built companies, teams, and a life from scratch—first in South Africa, then again when I moved to the UK for my children’s future.
Now I’m building something deeper. A journey that goes far beyond business.
Unspoken to Unbroken is my path forward—a 4–5 year ride around the world on a bicycle. Not just to see the world, but to meet it. To meet people. To meet truth.
To speak honestly about trauma, healing, forgiveness, and the hard lessons that come from facing yourself.
Distance travelled
2,033 km
Time in motion
22:00 h
This was a hood day, rode further then expected but enjoyed it. Had a puncture after being unable to avoid a puncture but had help for three incredible young guys.
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