I'm sitting here, on my bed, on her bed, a strange bed, it is still my first week in England.I have just taken a shower and I'm doing my daily pocrastinatory day-dream before I put cream on.I'm thinking.Thinking of my childhood, its many contradictions, my discomfort then and coming to terms with it now.In my... Continue Reading →
Personal Mastery
"Personal Mastery is a lifelong journey, you never arrive, it is a commitment to continuously improve yourself.""Personal Mastery is about:-self love-awareness of what has shaped you-a clarity of purpose"These were some of the first few words I heard upon my arrival at King's College London. I'm starting my second Master's programme, a mere three weeks... Continue Reading →
A Praise Song for the Womxn I am Becoming
A Praise SongThose moments when I catch a glimpse of myselfand marvel!I live for those momentsMy body has known few of themSo when they happenI relish those momentsI singI danceI take out my camera and wowLook at Me! Me!I am free, unburdenedfalling in love with the womxn I am becomingIsn't she a beauty?
Overcoming Subversive Violence a Lesson in Singing to the Moon
It took me falling in love to learn how truly broken I was. You never know how many messages about loving wrong are ingested from the toxic relationships you grow up seeing, until you start performing that toxicity yourself. I grew up around violence. Physical and Verbal. It was there barefaced, omnipresent. I remember swearing off toxic... Continue Reading →
Body Positivity, a Cyclical Process: because yesterday, I still cried.
“no one can define who you are without your permission”- @anisahamat_ (IG). For years, I have internalised so many harmful lessons, unlearning them is taking just as long. From family, I learnt that I was too dark, too weird, the ugly smart one, derogatorily referred to as Baartman. From toxic friends, I learnt again that... Continue Reading →
Unlearning Human Aspirations
"The function, the very serious function of racism, is distraction" - Toni MorrisonThey tell us we are apes, so we spend our time hating apes and fighting to be recognised as human.They tell us we are not human, so we use our energy telling them that we matter, re batho: Motho ke motho ka batho*. Humanity is... Continue Reading →
Escaping Here, to Me!
This is a poem I wrote on my first few days of travelling in Germany and Poland. The poem was inspired by series of events in which I found myself, as a black traveller, triggered by the essentialist views of myself and Africans in general, triggered by ignorance, triggered by the dehumanising stares, triggered by... Continue Reading →
Unfinished. Becoming
incompleteness. a fear that has become me Unfinished. starting is difficult continuing is easy but the end? its as elusive as ever Becoming Its a process Nothing is incomplete. Just completing An Unfinished Becoming.
Intergenerational Trauma
I am tired...of workplace macroaggressions masquerading as microaggressions- and I'M crazyof having my reactions policedof white supremacy masquerading as democracyof negropeans, coons and all manners of house slavesof having to respectfully engage with disrespectful politicsof policing my tongue to caress the egos of white fragilitymasculine fragilityI am tired.This fatigue finds no respite.At home, I am... Continue Reading →
We did not forgive them, they knew that we were dead. Dead people do not forgive. They concede defeat.
"No chains around my feet,But I'm not freeI know I am bound here in captivity"I used to listen to "Concrete Jungle" by Bob Marley and the Wailers, almost every day of 2014. For the most part the song symbolised my captivity in the Eurocentric higher education system in South Africa. It is said that your... Continue Reading →
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