Grab your coffee, light a candle and indulge!

Ever stood so close to something you’ve been wanting. Dreaming of. Preparing for. Waiting on. Working towards. Hoping for. Praying for. Trusting God for. Something you have no doubt will change the trajectory of your life. Something that makes the future feel closer than it ever has been before. Ever stood so close then watched…

If you identify as nonchalant. If you pride yourself on being “too cool to care.” If you have outgrown curiosity. Consider this a gentle warning. You DEFINITELY will not enjoy this piece. I remember driving to Edenvale December 2k24 to see ukhulu with my cousin. She is quite a woman. Wise beyond her years. And…

We’re broken. No. I am broken. To a million pieces and nomatter how much I try to glue it all together it only leaves me with scarred hands. Bleeding. Trying hard. Too hard to stop the blood from gushing out like a mighty waterfall. Trying hard to blur the memories that become a little more…

At this point I feel like I need to be stopped. I am constantly falling in love. Not recklessly. No.Reverently. With men who do not exist in my present. My heart somehow does not recognize eras.It crosses centuries without permission. Reaches for souls instead of faces. Devotion instead of proximity. And once again. My heart…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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?…

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…

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.…

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…