Apparently as a mother and new wife, I am in the right position to know what love is. Both these positions that I occupy – with great pleasure I should add, have indeed taught me and opened me up to love and will no doubt continue to do so if I continue to let them,… Read More »
When Nqobani danced it was like watching a tigress hunt, grace and rhythm oozed from her very nimble body. She had the legs of a masai hunter, toned, long and lean. Every woman in her class wanted a slice of her incredibly delectable body but she unfortunately only had eyes for Thobile. Thobile who… Read More »
There is a deep love for Africa in the soul. Potholes, dusty pavements, rich soils. The sun comes down happy and joyous on this beautiful continent. I can try and explain the passion for this dear land, But mostly I just feel her…in my gut. In the forever giving hand. The aroma of diverse foods… Read More »
Uninterrupted Silence The only service at Nullarbor Cottages is No Service at all, which is just perfect for the kind of place it is.
To all the faces I brace, Against…smile an armour, I use…like a talisman. It is easier to speak of the height of the sun, Than delve into the tin to find soft tissue. It is lighter to talk of the dust that impersonates sand, Than acknowledge that it is within and its purpose serves. Watching… Read More »
‘It’s open’ eve shouted from the bathroom at dana’s insistent knocking. ‘in here…’she shouted when she heard dana’s footsteps in the mini kitchen, ‘lock the door after you yea?’ ‘ok..’dana said, only loud enough for no one in particular. she pushed the door open and leaned her head against the frame. Eve lay in the… Read More »
There was another inbox for eve from nto the next day,she wanted to know where eve was from and asked how come her name sounded different,eve hadn’t heard from A for two days now and wasn’t in the best of moods so she ignored nto’s message,complaining grumpily to herself about how she hated it when… Read More »
So here are my thoughts on the movie: Happiness is a 4 letter word. The build up: So we made a night of it – kinda like a late Valentines Day thing; had a nice chilled dinner surrounded by the warm twinkly Johannesburg night before making our way to the movies. It was exactly what… Read More »
I am always present in the world. It’s a conscious decision not to partake in the communion of souls. I like to watch.. from the sidelines, sometimes. I am present in the atmosphere, My breath joins others, creating life with the sun. I am as present as the sea. Forgive me mother, for I know… Read More »
I want to go away someplace warm With Toni and Rowan… By the sea; collect shells and sink our feet in the cool sand. I want a typical holiday; hotel lobbies and sand castles Fake potted plants or real dotted palms The sun streaming through a grassy lapa Stringy bikinis and shorts and salty sea… Read More »
Girl meets girl, girl is recently married to boy, girl and girl fall in love and ride off into the sunset to a happily ever after, stuff dreams are made of in my opinion. I do feel for boy but he is ok in the end so it’s happiness all around – yippie! Most lesbian… Read More »
It is fascinating that when our beliefs and convictions are questioned or threatened we seek to other and alienate. This is a defence tactic that is used by all animals automatically. It is also possible to live a life unexamined; in fact it is how most of us exist. Our experiences are told to us… Read More »
Psalm 18: 16-19 16 He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters. 17 He rescued me from my powerful enemy, from my foes, who were too strong for me. 18 They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support.… Read More »
I don’t know what it is about the term African that it’s expected to remain stagnant in an evolving world. No wonder the African youth are mostly caught between two worlds. The phrase “ UnAfrican” is so common that it is slowly becoming what we most identify with. How can what we are as Africans… Read More »
The city moves with a pulse. Brick and mortar against warm bodies. It slithers, alive with need and desire. Along bree; stop and feel it, Touch, smell, taste and sight. The senses assailed by throngs of bodies moving in rhythm. Walls awash with prisms. There is god here, Death and life, sex in alleys reeking… Read More »