Somewhere along the line I stopped dreaming. I stopped believing. I stopped hoping. I stopped reaching. I stopped trusting the process. I stopped waiting for miracles. I stopped letting myself feel excited. I stopped imagining a future that looked different. I stopped giving myself permission to want things. I stopped seeing light in places where… Continue reading

If there will be a person sprinting from a warehouse just as it erupts into flames. Smoke clouding the sky. Diving behind a car as sparks light up the night. If there will be engines roaring to life. Tires screeching. If there will be weaving through traffic. Smashing fruit stalls. Fences collapsing. Glass shattering. Hearts… Continue reading

I was sitting cross-legged on my bed. My green Bible open before me. A pink highlighter resting between my fingers. My pink sweats matched the gentle quiet of the evening. Beside me. The lamp burned dim. Throwing its tired glow over the words. Bending shadows across the wall. Lately. I find myself drawn back to… Continue reading

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