- of everyday escapism
i was taught to never make eye contact
and on some days- insomnia, looks like this
Photo Prose/Verse on Insomnia
amidst the smoke, drums and fire- heal, I plead.
prose and verse on intergenerational trauma and healing
-ripples
Photo prose: of the beautiful, soft and magical
-the precipice
of escapism
– vapour
of grief
-energy
of reclaiming time, energy, space
2018: Unwaveringly Herself
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 →
On Misogynoir and Institutional Warfare
Rhodes University stop the war on Black Womxn!
Broken Friendships
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?
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