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 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.
EPISODE 6 It’s been ten minutes since we left the doctor’s office. Godfrey’s face wears a smile that resembles the scream mask, while mine has remained frozen after the doctor dropped a bomb on us. It felt like a bomb to me, but to Godfrey it’s the best news of his entire life. He’s so … 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
The wind whistles in the night. Somehow loud enough to pull Stacy out of sleep. She sighs deeply, sitting up on her waterbed mattress. She’s never really used it for what it was intended for. Instead, she floats on it alone, every single night. What else could’ve saved her marriage, if not a supposedly hormone- … More STACY
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.
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 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 