Why I am going to keep talking about race.

I have neglected this blog for a very long time and made some mistakes about where this blog should go and what it should be and some people who were writing here have moved on to other things. Currently I am writing alone on this blog but it is still open for other writers looking…

I hate being black.

So a couple of days ago I got thinking about Mandela Day and the meaning behind the call to action for 67 minutes as a gesture of solidarity as a global movement… I found that the call to action is for people to “recognize their individual power to make an imprint and help change the…

It takes two

It takes two. Two what? Two realities But there can only be one, right? Wrong. You might only have one reality, but yours may be different from theirs. This is what it takes to be in a secret relationship with someone of the same sex. Although, I suppose this is what it takes to be…

Day 1, Hello World.

Raw. That’s the word I found myself saying in nearly every sentence where I discussed what this blog should be. Writing and I, we’ve always had a bit of an unstable relationship. The Sam to my Ron. (yes from Jersey Shore). You know, the kind where… whether things are good or bad, it remains passionate….

All I Wanna See My Ex be is Miserable

I know we all, at a deep and fundamental level, feel this way. Voetsek with anyone who is on that “I wish them all the best” bullshit. Cos we know how we do the Brenda Fassie jive when we hear about their failed marriages, relationships, work. I know it cannot just be me. On a…

Swiping Right

Meet Adam. Deadly handsome. Funny. Smart. White. Successful. Adam. On a half-ass date we say good night, no kiss. A hug. An awkward hug, and we leave. Then I get that text later on, “I should have kissed you”— hamba, you fuck boy. But don’t hamba just yet, cos I low key wanna vray you too….