No White Woman Formed against Me Will Prosper against My Mustards

“Do you guys realise this is an open space?!” “Be quiet” “The young radicals” “You have to allow everyone to voice their opinions” “You wear such colourful clothes, I could never” “New and younger staff need to be better trained” “You’re a bit too sexy in that outfit, don’t you think?”  I hear these remarks…

Chase those baldheads out of town!

Baldheads “Crazy Baldheads” by Bob Marley and the Wailers, was released in 1976 on the Album, “Rastaman Vibration”, it was written by Rita Marley and Vincent Ford. Its one of my favourite songs ever written. The lyrics speak directly to some of the pinnacles of the Black liberation struggle, the issues of: our (mis)education, and…

Overcoming the Standards of Colonial Modernity

Today I had several conversations with friends around one issue, the codification or lack of codification of African knowledge, African history, African feminism. Someone had again asked us to elaborate on why we were using terms developed outside of the African continent to describe Africa. They asked: “what are our African understandings of intersectionality and…

They Call Me Baartman

Self love is unlearning the centuries old myths of black undesirability, Unlearning self-hatred Self-love is Sara-Baartman They used to call me Baartman They still call me Baartman I am dark My ass too fat White men label my ass Steatopygia, as if it were some illness Malformed. I am hypersexualised by uncles, fathers, aunts. I…

"Start where you are…Just…start."

Second-guessing yourself is one of the biggest deterrents to living. All the time, I put off applying for jobs, funding, schools, I stopped painting, writing just because of the fear of failure or not meeting my own expectations. I constantly delay taking risks, making leaps of faith and then when things don’t pan out, I…