Where My Thoughts Are Sometimes Strung.
on how strange things can remind me of things. like packing materials for today's lessons and being hit by that new toy plastic smell. on how that smell is linked to my Tshepang. on how the toy that etched that memory in me, was the last toy she received before her passing. on how her … Continue reading untitled
do it all. with feeling. you say this to everyone. and then one day you wake up; you're 27 and you've barely lived because you've been doing the exact opposite of what you say to others. you wake up and your inner voice croaks from the depths of an abyss you'd forgotten you … Continue reading houses burn
do it all with feeling. except love. push it into the heat-scorched cracked earth- of all the things; this one you kill before it kills you love.
I'm not happy anymore- He sat hunched over the desk and said nothing. I thought I could do this but I can't. I'm holding on and I shouldn't- I can't- I've become this hateful person I don't recognise. I want myself back. She stood there speaking at him- as every conversation went since day the … Continue reading untitled / an extract
I'm from farm lands. Give me milk still warm from the udder. Give me that. Give me fucking real. How many sugars? None?? Jesus. Fine. I'll try and not judge you as I drink my two-sugar-actually-three-sugar-lumps sweetened tea. It's fine. Milk with your tea? You were there, weren't you?
brother- i stood, mute and watched you holding life in your hands and your strife so desperate, so clear. i understood then, the life you bear and even as i counted the steps and saw what you were to do watching it slip through fingers that way to throw this life away
I watched you age a hundred years over the space of a decade. Your soul worn beyond description; sorrow caught in your throat like a bullfrog. I watched you lose the will to do any of the things that previously made you happy. Watched your steps get heavier. The lines sink deeper in … Continue reading Mother / an extract
she didn't want to get her head out of the clouds, she so deeply believed everything she said. the difficult part was not the things said but the things unsaid because how else do you remind someone else that you matter too when their only concern isn't that you had been spread thin at their … Continue reading untitled
it's like the time you sat lips pursed, arms folded across your chest because you wanted to go go but i wouldn't come with you and you proclaimed, sending the wine glass hurtling on the floor, that i never wanted to do anything you wanted to do.
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When I first watched Lemonade I was like “is Bey really doing what I think she’s doing? What’s happening?!” I doubted myself because I had had my edges snatched and obviously was in shock and hallucinating.
So I watched again, with a semblence of calm. My sangoma eyes were seeing things in the videos and I don’t think they were simply visual references.
All this water, black womyn, choice of colours, drum beat and bass…it reminded me of something I know very well – sacred, feminine spiritual practice. Ah! Bey! Just like that? YAAAS! Slay us and bring us back to life!
Last night I woke alliancepartner up at like 02:00 because I finally joined the dots. Lemonade is saying exactly what I need it to say to me right now. As a young healer, I draw strength and affirmation from the work of my ancestors recognised and so beautifully…
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