What’s It Like To Be Your Kid?

What’s it like to be your kid? To exist merely for academic bids Whose purpose is merely to grow up and work Earn status for the family and that’s his whole world? What’s it like to be your kid? To get A’s at school but still get hit? With your excuse being that she looks … Continue reading What’s It Like To Be Your Kid?

— r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You

You sent him a message of choked up resentment Your perception of his flaws with no acknowledgement of yours An entire projection of manipulative assumptions Your subjective interpretation of traits to portray his existence as a mistake Though, without you in the way He has actually been able to change All this while you've been … Continue reading — r i c o c h e t — A Poem, For You

I Am As I Am

Need I remind you that I am as I am Not perfect, not great Neither bad, nor evil I am only as real As you are capable of knowing I am as I am A transformation in the making An experience of all that I have been through ...I am as you are... A reflection … Continue reading I Am As I Am

South Africa

I come from a nation large and strong Where we raise our voices in song Sing praises unto the heavens and earth With a dozen languages of different words Our people, we know of tragedy and pain We know more of loss than of gain Yet we seek not to dominate We seek a commitment … Continue reading South Africa

When the Enemy Cries

What do we do when the enemy cries? Do we mock their pains, or empathise? What do we do when the racists scream that they want to conserve their liberties? What do we do when classists steal from those who have less material? What do we do when sexists refuse to embrace others as human … Continue reading When the Enemy Cries

Two Leaders

One day, two world leaders got together To discuss a deal that would benefit each other One said, “I’ll paint my country as heaven but really it will be hell. People will flock from all over to drink from our immortal well.” The other replied, “I’ll canvas mine as hell but really it will be … Continue reading Two Leaders

Peace and Chaos

Flash fiction   “God, grant us world peace,” prayed the old woman. “God, keep the art alive,” prayed the young man. “Without chaos, there would be no art. Without art, no peace. Peace exists because of chaos, without chaos an artless world would lack peace,” said God.   MG