sometimes in january

on the ways in which our bodies remember past traumas and find expression

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travel lethargy: numb goodbyes and anxious hellos

11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and panicked. going through motions, its hard not to feel like leaving is fragmenting as though losing bits of yourself. but arrival is no better, all you’ve got are the pieces of you that survived. i am sitting…

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i trust myself

October 2016, At a ‘Healing Retreat’, one of the participants says: “I trust myself” and I burst into tears. Three simple words. I think about them everyday and sometimes like that day, I hurt. I have always had ‘trust issues’. You can’t trust anyone. Its a lesson I am taught through pain and at perhaps…

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1 Year Later: A Happy Birthday To Me

31 May 2018 The Healing It’s The Afroist’s birthday today, and I am all sorts of emotional having just reread the first post I wrote one year ago. Reading it, I found myself cringing a little at some of the odd phrasing, wanting to edit it, and convincing myself not to, as a pledge to…

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Choosing Single

an essay and some poetry on love, self-love and singlehood

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Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD): A Photo Essay

An essay in prose and verse format on travelling and depression.

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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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Body Positivity, a Cyclical Process: because yesterday, I still cried.

“no one can define who you are without your permission”- @anisahamat_ (IG). For years, I have internalised so many harmful lessons, unlearning them is taking just as long. From family, I learnt that I was too dark, too weird, the ugly smart one, derogatorily referred to as Baartman. From toxic friends, I learnt again that…

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