After the shooting of civilians in Zimbabwe after the 2018 elections, my friend and I collaborated on this piece. Our way of standing up and giving a voice to those who couldn’t. This poem is of rebirth not death This poem, not mere words, black on white This poem resonates
This is a collaboration between a Rwandan friend of mine, Claudine Karangwa Ingabire, and I. Just elaborating what a poet is, that we write because some people can. We hope to tell their stories for them. I Bleed Your Ink For my words that flow like a river With
Hey y’all, welcome to Women and Words Series 2.0 I haven’t been consistent in my blogging this year and I have been kicking myself for it. When I did GloPoWriMo last year, I made a promise to myself that I would do it again this year but life happened. Unfortunately,
Cocoa Caramel Dark chocolate Drizzled over Strawberry sweetness Pear shaped thickness hourglass curves Skin smooth Glazed in berry butter Concoctions that make Beautiful shades of the motherland…
I’m a cryer, if there is even such a word. I cry a lot almost over everything, although I don’t cry over anything. Its been something that always worries me because the society I grew up in has a lot to say about it. “Crying is for babies.” Thought you
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As we come to the end of Womens’ Month, I am sad to be drawing the curtain on my Women and Words series. I had a great time learning a little bit more about these awesome women and their journeys with words. As you know Zimbabwe is home to me,