DAUGHTER OF THESE SOILS

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... Continue Reading →

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White Picket Fences

When I was young, I did not know I was black, or better yet I did not know there was a colour assigned to me. I did not know that this colour came with such struggles and difficulties, all I knew is that I was human. See I grew up in a small village up... Continue Reading →

Words of Love

You fooled me with words of love while the world laughed at my face You toyed with my emotions while you voice sounded so sincere. What is this thing you call love? and is it suppose to hurt?   You fooled me with words of love while the blind clearly saw your lies You fiddled... Continue Reading →

Traveller

You will find him in the bushes being one with the wilderness You will find him in a temple with the monks, in a church with the priests Embraced by the seas, even winds know him by name To many he is a traveller on a bike. The sun has sat with him While the... Continue Reading →

Brown Eyes

Stare at me with those brown eyes Tell me hush! tomorrow is still to come, for today has brought nothing but tears. Tell me you are just asleep, when the sunrises you shall open those brown eyes and tell me, Hush! the sun will rise again tomorrow. Wake up! Wake up! I am waiting for... Continue Reading →

Why so Insecure?

Some would say I am one of the most insecure person ever, well in as much as that is true there is a long history behind those insecurities. All my life I've had people judge me because of my scars, some ask "Why do you have so many scars? Why is your skin the way... Continue Reading →

When the crowds sings

I wanted to write something extraordinary, something touching but as soon as I opened my laptop all the the words disappeared. Like a crowd in chaos my brain was flooded with noise without rhythm and without uniform. As I sat there glaring at the screen I started to realize that what I was experiencing was... Continue Reading →

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