Butterfly poem

Beauty is a butterfly. Spinning towards its own direction, Surfing on the waves of the breeze. Ever fluttering and fussing over whatever catches its eye. Teasing the passerby but most importantly, Flirting with the rays of the sun. Where have you seen it fight for an audience? Ever delighting, ever dancing under God's unwavering smile.…

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A Full Grown Woman (a day before my birthday)

A full grown woman in the sun. A day before birth. A full grown woman in the sun. A woman too gentle, a woman too strong, a woman too outspoken and a woman too quiet. A full grown woman in the sun. A woman childless. A woman kissless. A woman untouched in the world and…

One Year in USA

As of this week, I have officially been in USA for a FULL YEAR. I had never even lived in Joburg for longer than 2 weeks before that. What a ride it has been. I literally ended up in America because of a series of dreams spanning for nearly a decade. It just occurred to…

She said No

1956 She marched on She was black She was white She was Indian She was coloured She said NO  Strydom hid From her voice Demanding justice Strydom hid Under her gaze Apartheid shuddered Apartheid quivered Until it shattered She said NO 2012 She is black She is white She is Indian She is coloured She says NO…

Dear Mandela

We have no land still but I, "i," i am too old not to love you. I am too old not to remember the smiles on black people's faces from the day you and Winnie raised your fists high in victory, as though to break the sky open, as though to prove to the sun…

His People N1 City Every Nation

This time last Sunday I received a brief message that announced to me that Gillian was now the official leader of Every Nation N1 church. The person has no personal history with the church. The text said that the Sunday church celebration was beautiful and at the same time it was sad to say good…

Beauty is a tyrant

Is beauty in the eye of the beholder or does the eye behold beauty? Is beauty in the eye of the beholder or is there a fire, a light that catches the eye? Is beauty in the eye of the beholder or is the eye held prisoner? Is beauty gentle or is it violent and…

When all else fails – quote Love

I have never been to what was once a concentration camp in Auschwitz, but I once heard a preacher narrate that on the walls of the death camp it is written: "I believe in love, even though I don't feel it. I believe in God, even though He is silent." This is the ultimate display…