Love as and when love presents itself
I like to tell stories about nameless people who live pseudo-mundane lives. Simply because there are days in everyone's life where they feel boring and uninteresting. Where the most fascinating thing you do is change clothes, and climb right back into bed. Days when nobody says your name yet you are not any less a [...]
I've gotten so caught up in contributing to this manuscript that I've abandoned the blog again. And the vow I made to post more often. A friend asked me why I had stopped posting yesterday. Well, maybe not a friend yet, but someone I would like to call friend one day. After a moment of [...]
Strange envelopes delivered by even stranger hands
Mother rubs her flawless skin, then rubs her big belly. Blessed with a girl child, she whispers. Mother ties the last pink bow on a head of pompoms, seeing herself in the eyes of the girl she birthed. Heart swells with pride. Mother says go play outside, I have guests, child. Mother says don't be [...]
Sometimes that's all they are.
Siya waited until the last person had made their way towards the front of the bus before standing up, readjusting her jacket around her slim hips and swinging her satchel over one shoulder as she had seen the stylish models do in old copies of Drum magazine.
I am not a poet. So this isn't a poem.
You deserve to be loved unconditionally, for exactly who you are. I, unfortunately, have conditions...