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
When I was a little boy, when I still dreamt of being a lawyer like many of my peers at that age, my inquisitiveness bothered my mother. “Mama,” I … Continue reading The Purposes of Writing from a Lonely Place
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.
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.
Perhaps it was in the way she knelt down at the alter, Or how she pumped her hands to the sky during worship, Or the melody of her voice when … Continue reading She Was His Gospel (pt.1)
You adore them so much. You sing songs of praise to them when innocent women are put into shame, And slut shamed. You elect them into power and let them … Continue reading South Africa, You Love Rapists.
For your love and strength, I celebrate you.
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.
I felt as if he was a cloud of darkness on top of me and inside me. I made a crying sound and I felt his hands that smell like butt cracks cover my mouth and I kept quiet.
You both have been the best definition of love I have ever known. When we get to heaven, I want you to be close to my lap again like you have all our lives.
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
When you are married, that is the only time you can sleep next to your enemy and wake up alive the next morning. As a young, black, township born and … Continue reading M A R R I A G E