Unwaveringly herself! The first time I wrote those words it was almost flippantly. In an Instagram post even. But these two words. That effortless phrase, has become a life philosophy. As the new year begins however, I had felt myself a little empty, lacking in meaningful resolutions to pen down. But I soon realised, that... Continue Reading →
Rhodes University stop the war on Black Womxn!
I caught myself thinking about you the other day I catch myself wanting to tell you things I find myself telling stories about you I think I miss you But I'm too embarrassed. What do I say? How do I apologise for growing away and apart?
No, you cannot touch my hair You cannot take unsolicited photos of me Yes, I appreciate you singing to me in public, but no, I will not give you my number No, you cannot ask me if my ass is real You cannot touch my hand You cannot hug me No, you cannot dance... Continue Reading →
The only thing that has kept me from crying out at having to go through winter twice this year, has been my unexpected style evolution. While I have still retained my avid love of bright colour and headwraps, less prints have been showing up in my recent faves. At first I was so hesitant, as... Continue Reading →
Who is she? Is she me? You? My spirit animal? Maybe she's an attitude. She's breathing defiantly in toxic white hypermasculine spaces She's loud Black Unwaveringly herself Vulnerable without fear It's me, I'm that Bitch
-the seasons of depression
"I love Miss Letsaba because she is black like me" That was my Grade 3 contribution to my school's annual magazine. I think we might have been asked to describe what we liked best about our teachers. I remember a white "friend" reading this back to me in Grade 7, as if it were something... Continue Reading →
I'm in the tube. Adjusting my camisole again. It has been riding up my thighs since I put on this skirt. The fabric and the shape, it seems, were simply not meant to sit on my thunderous thighs. These thick dimply thighs. And then I sigh. Oh well. They are just thighs. Juicier than people... Continue Reading →
These womxn! The hair, the face beats, the clothes. Look at how creative they are. Listen to how smart they are. How is it possible that all of them are so beautiful, smart and talented? Like Wow! and then I realise, even me! I am these womxn! -what it feels like to look into the... Continue Reading →
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