Wednesday, 13 January 2016


Unshorn hair she kept her vow. Like vines her roots grew freely and untouched. She allowed no spirits into her temple  Consecrated she was called nazar. 

Monday, 11 January 2016


It occured to me  that life owed me no explanations but the ones that were given to me as life lessons.

Sunday, 10 January 2016

I am

I am not black
I am not a color
I am not my pigmentation
Nor am I your opinion
I am not what you think I am and I refuse to be labelled to suit your own selfish ideals.

I am who I am,  quit  trying to define me...

Wednesday, 11 November 2015


He  blew the horn three times and they came after her.
She had crossed the wrong street
They had no mercy
She laid there crying while the vultures ate their prey.
Ripped and torn she gathered herself
They told her to keep her mouth shut and pretend it never happened.

She told no soul...

Monday, 12 October 2015

A letter to my grandmother

It's on those sunny  afternoon just before sunset I remember you  the most. The late night chats on the stoep that made me understand you more. The gentle touches on my back and the  kisses on my forhead that assured me of your love.

I miss our hair nights when it was just the two of us and you allowed me to braid your hair and we would fall asleep in the living room  with television on.

Its only now that I see the importance of your presence when my tears are unkept and tissues have no use. Its moments of sadness that I miss your cheerful  laugh.
And its on the lonliest  mornings when its hard to  wake  up that I wish you were here

I miss you ...I know that one day I will think of you and not cry but will rather smile because you lived and gave love like no other. You were more than my granny you were my other half and I glad to have met you.
Until we meet again in the after life.

"Robala ka khotso"  May you sleep in peace.

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

The break up

She knew it was over. She knew that regardless of how much she tried or what he said it was over.

Sitting in silence across from each other.  She knew that by the end of the date they would leave separately. It would hurt like hell but she could no longer keep pretending.

He had changed and she was tired of his excuses. They ordered their drinks. 

He told her that he would has fallen out of love with her. Her heart sank. He had thought about cheating but he couldn't do it because he didnt want to hurt her.

She took a sip her drink. He told her that he's never been good with relationships and he would  rather be friends.She kept quiet.

He asked her why she hadn't said anything.
The waiter came and took their orders and left.
She asked him why  he pursued her when he knew that he wasn't relationship material. He struggled to answer her.  She got up and left...

Friday, 21 August 2015


We've all been here.When tomorrow no longer matters.When the  pain no longer bearable. When peace ceases to exist. We slowly open the door of death so that darkness can consumes us.

It's in the silence that we realise that death is our only option an escape from all our problems.So the mere thought of having peace is what drives our intention and we find ourselves taking our own breathe never thinking about own flesh but rather seeking hope in death.