the good days

let me tell you about the good days   on the good days, it feels as though my skin were tingling my feet dance I catch glimpses of myself in reflections, and I’m smiling I’m happy and love the images reflected back at me.   on the good days, I rejoice in the softness that…

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2018: Unwaveringly Herself

Unwaveringly herself! The first time I wrote those words it was almost flippantly. In an Instagram post even. But these two words. That effortless phrase, has become a life philosophy. As the new year begins however, I had felt myself a little empty, lacking in meaningful resolutions to pen down. But I soon realised, that…

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Because They are Black Womxn, Like Me.

“I love Miss Letsaba because she is black like me” That was my Grade 3 contribution to my school’s annual magazine. I think we might have been asked to describe what we liked best about our teachers.  I remember a white “friend” reading this back to me in Grade 7, as if it were something…

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Arriving at Black Girl Fest. A Love Poem.

 These womxn! The hair, the face beats, the clothes. Look at how creative they are. Listen to how smart they are. How is it possible that all of them are so beautiful, smart and talented? Like Wow! and then I realise, even me! I am these womxn! -what it feels like to look into the…

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