I come in many shapes and sizes. To some, I am a man of charisma; the kind that stifles fear and electrifies the will. To others, I am the biggest loser; the man with a balding sense of humour. To the art of words, I am her brave Mister; the fool that tried [...]
Sometimes we forget. That those closest to us are capable of the most heinous acts.
Colonialism kissed, The face of the African sun, Systematic, The infiltration of the devil's kiss, Illusions of colour, Illusions that blinded, The hearts of supremacists, WE ARE CHILDREN, Dreams of our ancestors, Silhouettes of their realities, Our minds cannot conceive of, Shades of black, of niggers cut, blood, Bath of kaffirs, The knife that is [...]
This poem was written after I lost something dear to me. Her name is the title of this piece. We broke up, broke up, Fire and smoke, Who said we got along? We tore up, tore up, Rhythm to your blues, Who said we sang along? Memories burn, Silhouettes of us flicker, We divorced, Love [...]
Read the first of this series here. White lights queued. I made a new friend, and (much to my frustration) I cannot make his face out. I do, however, recall a sense of belonging; a nervous pain and desire that spoke through our eyes. We wanted to escape, to run with the liquor because childhood doesn't [...]
PART I: Moments of pain are so intricate with probability. It's only when you sit in a 4WD hitting sixty — that you begin to connect the dots. I got soaked in hot water when I was ten. Quite a prolific moment. If I hadn't slept in my long PJs the night before, I wouldn't [...]
the wind whispered, rattle of leaves and gliding sand, and here i wait, for the tears to dry, for the metal of death to glisten through the abyss of my soul, i never meant, i never meant to strike you harder than your skin could hold, the wind whispered, rattle of lost couples and divorce [...]
Your mother was an old, vibrant soul. Naomi Nothando Dube? Wasn't that her name? A daughter of the soil, she birthed you out of auras and Afrika, beauty and fragility. Your words recite her truths, stories of slavery and sub-Saharan romance, apartheid and rain gods, Your ebony heritage has never been so sexy to me. [...]
This is a public announcement to all the newly weds, the beloved, the couples. Cupid's dead. I never gave him a chance to say his last words; To that, I halfheartedly apologize. His bones, however, sing me to sleep at night. I curtained them over a window, and sometimes — just sometimes, the ambience of [...]
The second series in adopting an alpha mindset. The Habit Manifesto.
The first series in adopting an alpha mindset.
You surrender your name, To men that capture its vowels, & masturbate, To the spell of you, Rebecca. You recite your beauty, To men that memorize your cleavage, & climax, To the end of you, Rebecca. You sketch your worth, To men whose iris measures, The energy of your hips, sexual, & contemplate, & fornicate, [...]
Read the first of the series here. She walks through, Roads filled with street signs and scars, Of graffiti and tattoos on walls, Sex symbols and misery in red, RRUUN, She knows not to stay, She knows not to become one with the darkness of the night, She knows not, Of prostitutes and pimps that [...]
You taste like poetry. You taste like parts of you are falling apart, yet pulling themselves together. You taste like contradictions. You are contradictions.