i ask for belonging

sometimes you look at me with a particular kind of sadness in your eyes. and i know. i know i have failed you. but maybe it is you thinking you have failed me, wishing that you could have done more, said more, became more strict, more ruthless, maybe even more prayerful. i know you pray…

Smoking: My Rebellion

I started smoking at the age of nineteen. Not because I had a “bad” group of friends or because I was going through things in my life that could only be cured by tobacco. Of course my eventual “addiction” and regularity of smoking came as a result of things I thought would be cured by…

Today, I will call you love

Someday the sun will come and it won’t be dressed as the dark anymore. It will hug your wounds and sun-dry them until they are dust-road maps that show how many cities you’ve conquered. They will look like egypt and pyramids, pharaohs and ancient civilisations that you will visit to remember how far you’ve come.…

Old Wounds

Dear Ms B. Fassie, Last night I cried so hard, my teeth shook and the lines between my palms trembled. I wrote you a love note for you to see when you found me, but those horrid ants came and took it away. I may have spilled some wine onto it. I do not know.…