I got the name ‘Empress’ from a phase during my undergrad in Cape Town. I was playing with people who loved rasta music and men who called me Empress when I walked into my favourite haunt at the time. I even tried locking my hair but it wouldn’t take. I later started learning about Rastafarianism and the meanings of the terms of endearments I encountered and with that newfound respect, I became the Empress. For real.
I’m a writer. Extroverted. Emotionally mature but as unstable as the next person. Insecure when it comes to being read. I’ve made a pact with myself to publish more. So here I am.
The pieces of me I put down can never be gathered back. And I’m learning to stop apologising for it.
My favourite poem is ‘For Women Who Are Difficult to Love’ by Warsan Shire.
I hate death.
I live on red wine and music.