Shut eyes bless me with green grass and never ending skies Universes I can bend and paint till the contention of my heart Until daylight creeps up and pops the bubbles I blew in the night With a thud, reality creeps in It’s vines like a beanstalk squeeze and crawl
Learnt To unlearn All I once knew Because all I once knew Amounts to none When I know nothing About life Belonging And all else -numb
They say dirty hands are sign of clean moneyA clean livingAs if dirty hands are a moral compassI don’t think they knew about youYou and your dirty handsDirt stained from hard labourThey are stained with innocent blood tooFrom the permanent scars your hands have tattooed on your son’s backThe blood
So this is what happens when Nirvana jams… A collective piece written by Nigel, Mande, Samantha Hephzibah, Eunice Blanken and myself. Beautiful Chaos I have been watching the news; and we doomed A zombie apocalypse just started and we have no protection And dawn is not calling for us to
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,
Woke up on Sunday the 8th of July to hear the saddest news. A whatsapp message that said “Rae has passed”, most of us thought it was a prank. Rae was at it again, she was always one for crazy shenanigans and even though we only knew each other virtually,
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