EPISODE 10 Inside the mirror, my mother’s face looks back at me. She smiles like she does in her pictures, which is the only place I know her from. Photo albums filled with memories and stories told to me by everyone else who was lucky enough to have known her, before she was taken from … More IT WILL ALL WORK OUT.
EPISODE 9 The wind whistles in the distance, calling me out of a deep sleep. I can hear even the tallest trees fighting back, trying to keep their balance. Not a single bird has chirped this morning. The weather is as grey as I am feeling blue. I wake up to an empty house. Godfrey … More IT WILL ALL WORK OUT.
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.
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
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.
THIS IS NOT WHERE YOU WILL FIND ME, BETWEEN CONCRETE WALLS BUILT AND PLASTERED IN THE BLOOD AND SWEAT OF ABSENT FATHERS, WHOSE ONLY VALIDATION COMES FROM THE ABILITY TO PROVIDE. OH AND PROVIDE, THEY CERTAINTLY WILL. WITH A SYSTEM ESPECIALLY DESIGNED TO KEEP THEIR HANDS GREASY, AND THEIR HEADS DOWN. NOTHING ELSE, MATTERS. NOT … More YOU WILL NOT FIND ME.
It’s another cold winter morning in the rumbling city of Johannesburg. As the cold wind circles around Lizzy’s frozen ears. She laughs to herself, the sound of her voice lost to the blaring roar of the city. One by one, people move forward and some move in reverse. Unknowingly cementing themselves to a place that … More THE CITY OF GOLD.
I searched in vain for a strong cup of coffee and bagels,Trying to run from the blank pages spread on the table. But there, I saw a mountain of fallen angels,A symbol of a failed society, that was no longer just a fictitious fable. Their names, a faint echoe to the men who dare to … More ARE YOU LISTENING?
A SHAMEFUL THING 