In my family, the men are in a league of their own. They are authoritative, speak their mind, they’re elders in the church, patriarchal. Politics has...
So, mother, like Johannesburg, you cut me in deep, imaginative and raw ways. A cut from you was a project. Thinking of you, staring at you,...
I’ll leave the pain for tomorrow. Won’t even think about it until tomorrow. That is, if tomorrow ever comes. So, I walk in the present, barefoot,...
Other races in South Africa see us as clowns. They have always seen us as clowns or interlopers and whose fault is that? Again, and again...
We are being erased into the background as if we are extras on a film set. We must begin to communicate the threads of the entire...
The first scene represents a family is sitting around a table, early morning that has the remnants of a breakfast meal on it. It is slim...
The Dutch poet Joop Bersee, has been gifted confidante to me, selfless mentor, and I’ve have come to the beliefs, the norms, the value of the...
When it comes to the issues of eating disorders, which is the topic I am addressing today. Topics such as anorexia nervosa and bulimia. The question...
I hope you have the sun. I long for the sun today. Yes, I’m thinking of you. You and moonlight. You and tenderness. How you express...
But the air is growing cold. As cold as the angst of beginners. I am not that scholarship girl in chapters and parts. I keep on...
