If he doesn’t write you poems I hope his actions do. A line I picked up earlier from the highly esteemed academy of reels and whew. It stuck. My mind. Being my mind. Wandered. Floated. Through the clouds of the kind of love we kneel down and pray for. The kind of love that makes… Continue reading

There is a hymn I found myself humming in the morning. Well, maybe just one line that clung to me. It goes something like this… Bawo xa ndilahlekayo koluhambo lwelilizwe, hlal’undifundis’ukuthi mayenzek’intando yakho. I have grown to prefer the acoustic. Slowed down versions. That sit with you gently. But this should do. Funny, isn’t it?… Continue reading

May was hard. Heavy in the chest. Hard. The kind of hard that sits behind your eyes and waits. As if it knows the perfect moment to let a single. Heavy. Tear fall. I found myself reliving something I thought I’d buried in the corridors of my final year in college. A kind of loss… Continue reading

Disclaimer: There are no solutions offered in this piece. Trauma. Overthinking. High potential. Bipolar. Suicidal thoughts. The aftermath of an “immoral act” followed by haunting clarity. Being trapped inside a chaotic mind is terrifying. One day, you’re haunted by ghosts in the night. The next, you’re driving a Ferrari Roma through the streets of Monaco.… Continue reading

Hi  I am in love. You’re probably just sitting there rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Lwandle? In love? The same Lwandle who scoffs at romance. Who side eyes grand gestures. Who has perfected the art of slipping out of love’s grasp before it even tightens? Yeah. That one. Here I am. Stupid… Continue reading

mine /maɪn/ pronoun I have been playing around with this word at the back of my mind for quite some time now. Mine. So gripping. So final. So possessive. A single syllable. Yet it holds the weight of ownership. Of claim. Of belonging. It demands. It declares. It refuses to be shared. Mine. You know… Continue reading

Sometimes I laugh at the absurdity of feeling misplaced in time. As though I was born into the wrong century. There’s a strange comfort I find in imagining myself in the early nineteen hundreds. A time untouched by the chaos of modernity. It’s strange Isn’t it? How one can long for a world they have… Continue reading

These small. Unguarded moments. The kind where you watch someone speak and suddenly your mind betrays you. Slipping away without warning. The world around seems to fade. Their words dissolve into a faint hum. Muffled. Indistinct like a distant radio station you have unconsciously tuned out. You tilt your head just enough to feign attention.… Continue reading

Dear Lord There’s things I never thought I would do. Feelings I never thought I would feel. Choices I never thought I would make. Moments I never thought I would live through. Places I never thought I would find myself in. Lost. Wondering how I got there and if I would ever find my way… Continue reading

Again? Not again? My body trembles. Desperate to release the intense emotions building inside. I blink rapidly. Fighting back the tears that I feel welling up in my eyes. Not again. I softly whisper into the dark room. My voice barely audible. As if to convince myself. As if to convince these four walls. That it… Continue reading