Why didn’t anyone tell me? Tell me that watching “Waiting to Exhale” in my 30s would feel so good. Tell me that I would see myself in Robin, Savannah, Bernadine and Gloria one day. The days of watching it on “Simunye-one-time-shout-it-out-loud” are hazy but now it makes sense. Now the blues in all the R&B…
Body Faming Diaries
Body Faming Diaries… The dress looks so different. When I was 19 it didn’t fit like this. It clings to my curves in a way that makes me wonder why I hardly ever wore it. Staring into the mirror is a new experience today. Staring with a new intention. Staring and smiling for once. The…
Connect Hubs Training- Cape Town
Was a participant in the Cape Town #ConnectHubs Training for Creative and Social Impact Hubs in November 2018. Great initiative by Electric South, British Council, NESTA and Hivos. Looking forward to the Summit in 2019! #ConnectHubs #CreativeAndSocialImpactHubs
It Has To Be Jazz
I recently had the honour of being asked to write the Foreword for the next “It Has To Be Jazz” Book. I’m really excited to be part of this and I’m eternally grateful to Bab’ Ray Maseko, Tshepo and their team. 🙂 Here’s a Snippet: My first encounter with “It Has To Be Jazz,” or…
I see You. Day 2+3.
I see you. I see you see the police van. I see you see the giver of life in anguish. I see you want to make it better. I see the helplessness you feel in this house. I see you see the Bible. I see you see the constant prayers. The repetitive begging for light….
I see You. Night 4.
I see you. He had another child. Him too? Wow. I see you in your uncle’s car. He says it again. “Ya, he had another child eKZN.” “In fact, I don’t think I would have told you if you hadn’t asked.” “But anyway, senibadala manje.” I see the disbelief on your face. I see you…
I see You. Day 4.
I see you. I see you trying to conserve your infectious energy. You have always kept a tight circle. For a reason. You’re fiercely private and have “your people.” All five of them. Like Meredith and Cristina on Greys. All five of them are “your person”. Three of them are men-folk. I see you. I…
I see You. Day 4.
I see you. I see you walking on Sunshine. I see you sing to the tune of the tweeting birds outside as you check your hair one last time in the mirror. I see you enjoy the warm, radiance seeping through your pores. Excited to catch up with your friend over lunch. Excited to be…
I see You. Day 4.
I see you. I see you walking on Sunshine. I see you sing to the tune of the tweeting birds outside as you check your hair one last time in the mirror. I see you enjoy the warm, radiance seeping through your pores. Excited to catch up with your friend over lunch. Excited to be…
I see You. Day 3.
I see you. I see you looking at me in your rear view mirror. Glancing into your side mirror to catch a glimpse on your right. I see you hoot automatically. Uqalaza abantu. Jozi. Dube. Local. “Ya, woza Mama. Iyafika naseBara” No passengers today. Just the one. I see you summon the courage to blurt…
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