Maybe ours was never meant to be a certain path Maybe chaos was the flavour we needed to spice our journey Maybe we were defined by the undefined bond we shared Maybe we should've fought harder Maybe compromise is what happiness comprises of Maybe having a part of you was better than none of you… Continue reading Maybe

Blew my way; Blew me away

Like the wind You Blew my way Gently Slowly You Blew me away I didn't feel the gravity pulling me down When I fell for you It was in the way you Walked Laughed Healed Breathed Existed It was in the moments when you were you- Just you Imperfect Confused Yet Present Reliable And Human… Continue reading Blew my way; Blew me away

The Hunter’s Letter: Dear Lion

"Until the lion begins to write, the stories will glorify the hunter" You sayDear Lion,Do you really perceive that glory comes from the story I tell?What is glory?What is the story?See how closely linked you've defined your being to your history?You appear to hold both the lock and the key to the cage you're in… Continue reading The Hunter’s Letter: Dear Lion

Black Is Not Pain: Stories of Africa (WinterABC2022)

Of bare rears and awkward staresThe shields and spears bowing to unknown fearsBullets and triggers suppression in our land lingersThe colour of our skin being the measure used to demean our beingBeing black amounts to pain Of blood stain and black strainThe blood shed accustomed to our black shadeAn unethical rain pouring through our cultural… Continue reading Black Is Not Pain: Stories of Africa (WinterABC2022)


Seems like a part of me will always have to loseEvery single time I have to chooseSwore that it felt right, but was I wrong?Is this where I'm supposed to be at all?I don't have the answers, not todayIt's like nothing makes the questions go awayWhat I'd give to seeIf the grass was greener On… Continue reading Wondering

Notes from my journal (3)

Sailing through the storms of life on the boat of growth Of downfalls, motivation and the lack thereof Of being continuously aware of my worth Knowing when to hold on and when to let go Knowing when to say much and when to say less Knowing when to blow up and when to stay calm… Continue reading Notes from my journal (3)

Notes from my journal (2)

The sun shines brighter than my aura this morning Surrounded by the sound of cries and stares from a new born baby Little eyes Little hands Little feet Little smile A reminder of the gentleness that comes with life The vulnerability The dependence The rest The beauty I am undoubtedly blessed beyond my adversities. -Miss… Continue reading Notes from my journal (2)