I am not Steve Biko, for I cannot write what I like. As my black consciousness is still oppressed by my pride. I can try to be Ghandi, But I can only do so much as change the world with just a paper and a pen. Please do not Ask me to be Mandela For... Continue Reading →

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I sat inside the train station, I don’t even know how I got there but I was. I looked at my blurred reflection on the mirror glass, each time getting more blurry as the trains pass by. Their comings and going’s were but a reflection of my life. My encounters which have come and gone.... Continue Reading →

Phantom Warmth

When all has been given up, I found you in the rarity of midnight..like the sun.Shining not to my hopes and dreams, for you are just in my hopes and dreams.Bruised sunlight, struggling to shine.Through the clouds of your struggles I still see you shine.Rays breaking free from the dusk, your light embraced like dreams... Continue Reading →

Shed not a tear for things such as these. Worry not, for feelings such as these are fleeting only temporal.. A means to an end. Such things were not meant for you.... Try them at your own peril But my dear, the hurt..oh the hurt you will endure....

When Will it End? #BLM

It was 1:56 PM on the 9th of April 2020 when we received a wechat message from my landlord saying I quote " Hello, the epidemic prevention and control requirements, Xiancun Police station requires ALL AFRICANS to be isolated at home for 14 days, The government requires quarantine, the attitude is very tough. I hope... Continue Reading →

I hid it beneath my skin

As tough as nails, a metaphor describing my skin. Scorched by hate, burnt to brownness by the harshness of  words. But I hid it beneath my skin The need to wail with hands above my head, teeth gnashing. I smiled as though the world hasn't poured molten despises on my legs, leaving me crawling, while... Continue Reading →


When darkness seems to be tale of the day and the night a master of doubt and sorrow. May we be the light. When the brave have fallen and the battle seems lost. May we be the courage for the weak as they bear the torch in the fight. When ground has swallowed heroes and... Continue Reading →


I could hate you, but I cannot fathom what hate is For I have known none. Somehow I scold myself for believing you were capable of love I guess moving on for you is but a hobby something you do on a daily. People's lives are just an adventure for you, Something to see, invade,... Continue Reading →

Am I Next?

I read a story today About a little girl who did not make it home from school. Ransomed for a price as though a value would ever pay for a life. I wondered if she was scared or maybe cold If she had her favourite teddy to keep her company while the boogeyman loomes. And... Continue Reading →

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