The best black moments of 2016

Solange returned in all her glory Beyonce vexed some folk And Chance the Rapper took us to church Rising start-up, Slack, reminded the world what engineers look like And black women reminded the world of #WhatADoctorLooksLike Joseph Solomon broke the silence with this playlist IGGYLDN deconstructed the ideals of black masculinity and manhood And Laura Mvula got…

in search of temples

have you ever tried to pray your way home? have you met tongues that can silence the tempest? have you spit daggers into the belly of death? have you heard earth groan under the weight of glory? when you dream do you chase the arrows that shoot out before you? and do you know you…

nausea.

You ask them to point you to a woman Any woman, who does not know What it means to be robbed To have herself taken away You ask them to  point you to a future Where you don’t still feel his breath Know his hands against your skin Where the pain no longer stirs Inside…

freedom’s creed

I believe in fire I believe in rage I believe in the experience We like to call pain I believe in resistance I believe in the free I believe in a future We may never see I believe in colour I believe in sound I believe that new life Will rise from the ground I…

ashes and alchemy

To my friends who have dared to confide in me, I thank you. I thank you for trusting me with your stories, with your pain. Many times I have sat silently while you open up your wounds and let me see inside. Many times my heart has broken when I realise that it is an…

“Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge. And whatever their reasons you must leave. Because you never ever have to inspire anyone to meet you on the bridge. You…

Your girl is back

Did you miss me? I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this. Writing, here. If I am going to be perfectly honest, I stopped writing here because I felt that things were getting monotonous. Each line I began to write (and each draft that I saved) followed the same theme: I’m not alright, but I’m doing alright….

Medice, cura te ipsum

  For a long time, I held Jung’s archetype of the Wounded Healer, like a precious gift. The belief that my own wounds could give me the power to heal. The eyes to see what the unscathed miss, the tenderness of one  who knows pain. But maybe some wounds are too deep. And there isn’t space for bleeding…

Swimming without a lane

I am an ISTJ. Hence, on NYE when I still hadn’t decided on any New Year’s resolutions, I had all but accepted my status as a failure. I had lost the will to hope for anything, to work towards anything. New Year’s Day, I went out with friends and spent the night crying in a…

Night songs

I. We talked for hours On our backs, we spoke futures into being Your fears found their voice And with mine, made harmony We listen to the birds stir And smile Knowing our secret will be Kept safe for the night. II. Cigarettes and lanterns Tepid glows of digital clocks Constellations mixed with airplanes Rage meets…

I choose.

One of my favourite quotes is from the epilogue to Audre Lorde’s A Burst of Light* “Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” I think the reason why I hold on so desperately to this quote is because everyday its truth is challenged. In the past…