By Thandeka My grandmother was blind, she lost her sight shortly after her husband’s death – my mother (my grandmother’s middle child) was around 6 years of age and her last-born was just an infant. She never knew what any of her five children grew to look like after that and never laid eyes on […]
by Giftedjenks The force of the wind brings tears to the outer corners of my eyes, Feeling the pressure against my chest I push forward, against the coldness on my skin. Briskly moving against the winds that are trying to hold me back, I think about our future , I think about our children who […]
By Tatenda I saw you Yellow Walker. You came to me ,momentarily, with kind eyes and turmeric skin. Your reticent laughter betrayed a humility I could not expect. You are not a shadow, Do you not see you Spirit?
By Thandeka Bhengu/ @MissNinaBrown Throw your bones; You’re dancing on your throne While you’re walking down the streets of your mind And you’re on a natural high. Breathe your dreams You stalked it in your sleep After you stared down the black cat in the yard And it swore to not cross path Feed your flame, […]
By Siya Mcuta I go to bed everyday wondering I cry myself to sleep as I don’t belong Floating. Yes, floating is the word I do not belong here and there. Introductions are made and I mention I am a mother, a sister, a lover and a daughter, I see confused faces some come to […]
By Lee Nova I am broken yet all of myself is intact. In this Lust I expected pieces. My soul resisting, Your heart persisting. There is no truth in this Yet lies don’t exist in this catch-22. It just is… it just happened.
By Sim Its funny how, you know you are able to do something, and when faced with a task, you shoot blanks. It’s what I’m experiencing right now. Call it performance anxiety. Now I could go down the male road, and lie, say this has never happened before. Or i can face it, it’s reality, […]
You impose your morals, believes and values on me Why can’t you accept me for who I’m meant to be
By Kagure Dear Family, This is one of those letters. Where you don’t know where to start because you’re scared that to start this will spell the end of something else. Normalcy for one. The way you view me for another.
By Kagure I witnessed fear. Not the heart pounding gut wrenching, ‘the serial killer is inside the house’ type fear but something far deeper.