On Love, Grief, Poverty and Pain, Or a Letter to My Younger Self

You are writing this letter to your younger self, hoping that he could have been less stubborn. You thought your stubbornness was the best quality about yourself. How you  must … Continue reading On Love, Grief, Poverty and Pain, Or a Letter to My Younger Self

Tributes in Paradise

It is said that we speak and see the dead when we are close to our death. We can touch them without anyone seeing. We can hear and feel them without anyone noticing. The educated ones call this hallucination. The traditional ones call this a deep connection with the dead. But it is a paradise before the uncertainty of the afterlife.

The Jazz Box That Haunted Me

I was not a musician, a record collector or hoarder of musical items. I have no interest in things that sound like cars beeping in a Johannesburg traffic jam during rush hour; sounds of goats getting slaughtered or metals beaten together to create a melody. I was not tempted to be polite or appreciative of the gift but I had already stretched out my arm in respect of my mother’s gesture. These records hid under my mother’s bed like an envelope waiting to be handed over to its owner.

What It’s Like To Be Put Into a Closet

By the time you’re thirteen-years-old you hate the world for it is and what is has. One Sunday you walk up to the alter and accept Jesus as your personal Lord and saviour. At that point, it helps you to put up a façade and it is the only thing that seems to be working in your life.

To The One Whom I Will Teach My Heart to Eternally Skip a Beat For: My Future Wife

Honey, I have been thinking about you all day. I promise I am not one of those creepy guys you have been warned about by your grandmother and ten generations … Continue reading To The One Whom I Will Teach My Heart to Eternally Skip a Beat For: My Future Wife