[yt_dropcap type=”square” font=”” size=”14″ color=”#000″ background=”#fff” ] M [/yt_dropcap]ishka Hoosen is young. She is also intelligent. She is brave and she is brilliant. She is also...
Today as I write this the voice of Mahatma Gandhi is inside my head grooming me I think in ways that are imagined and unimagined. I...
Illusions like self-esteem, self-worth, the Sigmund Freud’s ego, superego, ID, and our body image. Those images are not real. Nothing really of substance. They are not...
The leaves wastes dance with confidence in the air. The wind reminds me of the mysterious chill of autumn. An eloquent, articulate state of mind. Focus...
I don’t remember the past. For a long time, in schools in Port Elizabeth. Swaziland and Johannesburg I was very unhappy with myself. I thought my...
Let us start with what makes me unhappy comrades. This undiscovered bridge called language or rather mother tongue. The life of the artist, poet, writer who...
They have a name. Millennial. Revolutionary. Comrade. Countryman. Youth. They have shamed us into thinking what was impossible before. The rest of us are shamed by...
In futurity I want to find new realities in the notes from the universe. I think that is why I fluctuate from putting pen to paper...
What the future holds for South Africa is more poverty, more polarization between the haves and the have nots if our leaders in government aren’t younger...
Their souls are silent now. Shot execution style. Flowers do not grow on abnormality.
