About us: the last letter..….

I say I love you. Some days that is a complete sentence on its own. It should be enough. Others it’s incomplete. I mean how can one word describe all this in my heart. I’ve always thought my self a lover of people. Like how hard can that be. But it does not compare to …

It used to take a village…..

when I was younger. Your welfare was everyone’s business even those who didn’t necessarily know you. Parents said hello through the neighbourhood. Everyone recognised everyone. The terrible times you think? I mean, you definitely knew your neighbours, you said hello to them every morning when you left the house and also in the evening when …

we can love them too much, the right way.

Very often I am awakened to the lives we live today. Do you ever wonder why we think adulthood is much harder? We keep thinking it’s the biggest scam. Was it always this way? Or is it just harder for my generation and those that come after me? Is education simply boring now? Is it …

Shadows of who you were

and yet slowly you un became. smiling when you could have cried. crying alone in old small bathrooms. drainage holes blocked with another is hair. not too loud. no one must hear. so ugly , so deep, the pain slips through your pores. lingers long enough to sting. dulls some times…. only to reappear over …

when I miss you the most….

the year is 2011. It’s just another school holiday and I am curled up next to the tv, watching fashion tv. My father needs to watch something, but he lets me watch instead. He does this most Sundays…. the year is 2023, my daughter is very quiet. Watching, listening. I want to watch something, but …

mother is dead

there are things I will never hear again. a certain way. in an “ i made this body tone” like make sure you eat today. or did you make your bed. or randomly waking up to my room being cleaned. those dirty jeans i planned to put on a couple of times more hanging on …

BORROWED MOMENTS

but you my dear, are you not borrowed moments. do we all not exist in just those. a random thought, catching a stranger’s smile even when it’s not directed to you, watching love birds just exist, a child’s smile, or arm movement…especially in the beginning when they are not sure of it…. watching leaves fall, …

still a part of me

it’s in all the small things from the way you stare at me like you can see my soul or the way you are calmer when in my arms, you can turn and twist yourself anyhow as long as I still hold you….. in the way you smile as you drift off into sleep. that …

but where did the time go?

Its 3 am and there are so many things I love about you, simply put, I love you. In a “all of you” kind of way…… in a love songs make sense now kind of way…. In a you before me kind of way…. It makes me realise that this is what deep and true …

my daughter is coming home…..

my mother did a thing Everytime I called her about going home. My mother would tell everyone she knew….. I thought it was weird ….. “My daughter is coming home” she could say…. Sometimes she left work early, or didn’t even go in… She sat by the side of the road waiting once….. She always …