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 [...]
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. [...]