Month: August 2013

Friends and lovers

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 […]

Change is African

Change is African

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 […]

Energy

Energy

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 […]

Conversations with my wife.

Conversations with my wife.

The trouble with mainstream religion in most of its forms is that it operates on a model that separates the sacred from the profane. I am going to go on a zen-ish tip here; If we separate our most sacred selves from our lived experiences then we […]

Foreign Being

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 […]