on anarchy in the disaster state: reflections on Bakunin’s fanatic love of liberty
a stream of consciousness on the state amidst the coronavirus pandemic
shivering
in a short space of time i have become consumed with the fires that consumed the twentieth century. the fires that ate away at humanity and all morality. the systems that tore lovers apart. mothers clutching their children became fodder for orgies of violence. men hell-bent on blood. seeping and spreading all of it into…
still.dark.hollow
“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
reaching 100
it was almost poetic that the 100th post on my site was about writer’s block. more so because in this month, two years ago, i started this blog. a blog i started because i was struggling to write academically. in february i registered for my phd. and like clock work i couldn’t write again. at…
travel lethargy: numb goodbyes and anxious hellos
11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and panicked. going through motions, its hard not to feel like leaving is fragmenting as though losing bits of yourself. but arrival is no better, all you’ve got are the pieces of you that survived. i am sitting…
travelling solo- travelling to yourself
travelling alone makes you brave it gives you moments to discover innate parts of yourself that you might subconciously hide travelling alone, teaches you how to be your own companion how to enjoy stillness it teaches you to be still, even when afraid I have learnt so many beautiful lessons about myself on solo trips.…
the good days
let me tell you about the good days on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses of myself in reflections, and I’m smiling I’m happy and love the images reflected back at me. on the good days, I rejoice in the softness that…
-the elusive healing power of vitamin d
I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her…
waking up to myself
I am here waking up to myself. It is as if I came from a long slumber, where who I was, who I became, was predetermined by the circumstances of my life the pain caused to me and the forced moulding of white-supremacist education. In that slumber, there were moments of joy and laughter, it…
-dear diary
all I used to have were unfinished thoughts dear diary… fragmented parts of myself, that stopped writing at the fear of being uncovered. having your privacy violated, particularly when it is your innermost thoughts, makes you lose trust. not only in those around you but even in yourself- how can you trust the words not…
-peace studies
I am a scholar of peace. I have written the essays on conflict, peace, and security. I have defined peace debated it, and deconstructed it many times. so arguably, I know a lot about peace. not really. I have found the peace I have studied lacking in answers. just more questions and ceaseless…
A Lament of the Growing Futility of our Rage
our anger has no ability to destabilise they have grown accustomed to our anger. our anger is their profit deliberately deliberately they anger us the more we scream cry destroy ourselves the more they line their pockets thicken and bulge with the acidity of our anger our anger is so profitable they now sell…
vacillating self love
on body positivity- a critique of the notion of the totality of body-positivity.
They Call Me Baartman
Self love is unlearning the centuries old myths of black undesirability, Unlearning self-hatred Self-love is Sara-Baartma
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