A Family Holiday

A Family Holiday

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 

Individuality

Individuality

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 

Love is all there is

Love is all there is

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 

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 

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 

Levorna the flower robber mastermind and her mignonnes.

Levorna the flower robber mastermind and her mignonnes.

I thought mignonnes was too cool although slightly off topic. I know I am giving too much away through the title but I think  it sounds as dangerous as it should. I have been on a very destructive course of action lately, well Toni’s opinion any way, 

Somewhere in cyber space.

Somewhere in cyber space.

Raindrops on roses Bren lay in the hospital room staring out into the rain. Hearing it pound on the roof relentlessly…she felt no peace, no cleansing, that it bought in it’s wake. Her heart felt as clouded and crowded as the sky outside, black and