Monthly Archives: August 2013

Friends and lovers

  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 »


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 »

Foreign Being

There are so many crippling yet vital and fundamental realities to being born a lesbian, a woman, an African, a black person in a world as fragmented, as phobic and as patriarchal as this one. For as long as I can remember, I have felt foreign. Being a foreigner is a very dis-empowering and alienating feeling/position… Read More »