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 [...]
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.
these lips confess love affairs, the essence of other mistresses, of cocktails and magical nights, yet, yet you still love me? only broken chairs rock to broken records, i'm your favorite tune, let's rock n' roll to this broken jam, metaphorical noose around your neck, your love for me might be the rope you hang [...]
We call ourselves kings in all that we do, in all that we say, We call ourselves warriors, rebels against the tyranny of Life, against the slithering hand of injustice, Yet, as long as the Earth spins in the whirlwind of reality, as long as the Moon paints itself across the night's sky, We [...]