EPISODE 8 I return home from my impromptu visit to Doctor Ngobeni, shocked beyond belief. I’ve been scrambling through my mind trying to figure out who would be so cruel, as to intentionally give me an abortion pill or something like that. Doctor Ngobeni and I went through a series of theories, and maybe I … More IT WILL ALL WORK OUT.
Episode 7 I wake up early the next morning to prepare Godfrey’s work lunch, and treat myself to a cup of tea. I am so going to miss coffee. I don’t even know how I’m surviving without it already. “Hey preggies!” Free walks into the kitchen, showering me with a million kisses. “Good morning daddy … More IT WILL ALL WORK OUT.
Have you ever been woken up by something compelling, relentless. Like a force that won’t give up until you’re finally sitting by the window, looking up at the night sky with a laptop on your lap. I don’t think every one of us experiences something so magical, so fueled with passion that even you cannot … More DEAD OF NIGHT.
They call us the girls who grew up too fast, who asked for it with their little short skirts. Or enjoyed the attention they received from boys a little too much. The little girls left alone at night surrounded by monsters, wearing familiar and unfamiliar faces.We aren’t the girls that needed protecting,We are the girls … More RUMOURS
How everything you have come to love about him, Is covered in a pile of garbage that you carry religiously on your back. Because it’s the only thing that validates those earth-shattering memories Upon which your entire life depends. As he’s drenched in alcohol breath that comes straight from his stomach. He settles into your … More HOW DO I TELL HIM…
I’ve always wondered what they meant,When they say that trauma can be stored inside of your body. Until my very own emotions would be locked away.In an imaginary cage as hard as steel, built from the unwavering strength of my fears. So when I try to speak,Especially to stand up for myself.The world seems to … More STAND UP.
They haunt us like self-manifest demons. Drawn to our very being,As we hopelessly try to scratch them off,They claw themselves deeper into our skin. Our names are the only language they speak. Spending day and night, calling to us religiously. Reminding us of everything we wish to forget. So like a broken record,The memories replay … More THEY ARE US.
WHAT IS A MAN’S PAIN TO ME?A WOMAN VIOLATED MORE TIMES, THAN I HAVE FINGERS TO COUNT.FOR LIKE A CARVING TOOL, YOU HAVE ETCHED FEAR AND HORROR INTO MY MIND. WHERE PIECES OF ME, REMAIN TRAPPED INSIDE. SO WHAT IS A MAN’S PAIN TO ME?WHEN I HAVE A MIND-FORGED PRISON,BUILT WITH THEIR BEAR HANDS. WHERE … More A MAN’S PAIN.
HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?WITH SILK-WHITE NAPKINS IN HAND,WIPING THE CRUMBS OFF THE CORNER OF THEIR MOUTHS.DROPPING TINY LITTLE PIECES TO THE FLOOR,WHERE YOU AND I WAIT WITH OUR HANDS WIDE OPEN.READY TO RECEIVE. BUT OH, THEY WILL ASK YOU TO VACUUM THE FLOOR CLEAN,BEFORE THEY LET YOU FEED OFF THE CRUMBS. FOR YOUR LIPS MUST … More THIS IS US.
I am bound to my fears, by my tears.The glue holding me and these haunting memories together.Like hands made of dark shadows,They wrap themselves around my ankles.Keeping me where I stand. Keeping me in a rollercoaster of torment.Where my eyes water until they bleed.And my chest tightens, killing me slowly.As I watch the girl in … More HEAL AND HEAL.
A SHAMEFUL THING 