Don’t Do that

Don’t toy with the line then laugh it off when you’re called on your bullshit! Don’t do that! Don’t blatantly objectify then deny it when you are denied it. Don’t do that! Don’t respect another man that you don’t know more than you respect me, whom you do know. DON’T DO THAT?! I am a queen -not your play thing.


And the Winner is…

Her! She won! For once she accepted whatever was to come, accepted all the possibilities. She owned her throne, put a smile on her face and adorned herself in beauty. She felt invincible, victorious. Nothing could get her down. And no matter what lies ahead or the many events that lead to that moment, no one can take away what she accomplished. Unoloyiso – She is Victorious!

Mended Bridges


She stood up as many did before her and waited for her accolade to be announced to the attendants. He paused for a moment and their eyes met. “Ngudade wethu lowa”, That’s my sister , he announced.”Ndamshiyela ibele” I left her our mother’s breast. He proceeded to recite their clan names: Nyawuza, Faku, Ziqelekeze,Thahla. Her face broke into a smile she could not contain. Her heart burst with the pride of being associated with him and the brokenness he was declaring restored.


And with that, the bridge was mended.



She could hear her own heart beating in her ears, the silence ringing in the room. She had read the endless novel about the sad old man that normally helped lure sleep to her. She felt her eyes burn- just hours ago they were teasingly heavy with the promise of the sweetest dreams, now they burn, frustrated at a vow broken. It is 23:58 and sleep is nowhere to be found…

Revolving Door

He was coming to pick her up! Her heart quickened and her breathing escalated. “It’s not what you think”, she said to the wide eyed bantu and stomach knotted dork that staired back at her in the mirror. She put powder on her face and a bit of mascara. She kept her tshirt on and pulled on a pair of jeans. “He won’t even notice”, she reasurred her reflection.

She climbed into the passenger side, pleasantries and directions were passed over the hip hop on the radio. “It’s gonna be a drive to get cash then a drive to fetch the vegtables. He’ll drop you off and that will be it”, she said over and over in her head. There was no more talking. He looked ahead and she looked out the window.


Eventually, he drove her home and the entire time she braced herself for the final goodbye, never to see him again. He pulled over at her gate, switched off the car and opened the car door – no goodbye yet….

He came in and it was like it used to be. They giggled reluctantly, teased and got caught up. They shared music, then listened to it -not much was said after that. He stretched out on the narrow couch and soon so did she. Before they knew it they were intertwined -no other way to fit onto that narrow chocolate couch. She played with his big toe and he tickled the bottom of her feet -it wasn’t funny, it was familiar…


She is his revolving door – she will keep rotating – seemingly out of control-but always with arms wide open to him… That is the long and short of it…