Self-Negotiation

The thought of physical contact has begun to scare you again. One morning, in the middle of breakfast making, your mother’s relative reaches out and grabs at your breast like you and her somehow shared this hollow space you call your body. Your mind trips into your memory and you are seven years old and…

Wanderlust 

Your tongue, it straddles mine in the most unusual of ways. You call me two nights ago, you say you miss me. You say you’re sorry, you say you have found someone new. Someone that makes your toes curl up and the meeting of your legs moist. You say you kiss her and your stomach…

Memories of My Father

My father calls me in and i am five years old. He places me infront of him, in the living room of our old house in Sinza and stares me dead in the face. My mother is busy being a mother in the house and my younger sister might be getting fed or bathed. Our…

How It Feels To Say “I Love You”

Remember the first time we tasted sour worms, how the insides of our mouth tensed up and curled in, how our tongues grew a thousand spikes that could taste sweet, sour and salty at the same time? We wanted more, even though the more we ate the more our tongues made ridges and valleys and…

Child of the Darkness

When i was born my parents could not decide what to name me so they left it to my paternal grandmother. My maternal grandmother was not too happy about this, after all it was her daughter that carried this first child. I do not know why this part is relevant because my paternal grandmother got…

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.…