My friend, Hermien Elago and I made a list of this for information-sharing purposes. Please share as far and wide as possible, we never know who might need someone to talk to.
Can a writer write
About the things,
They know nothing about
Have never experienced…
But make it sound like
These things are the things
Which consume them?
My only concern is that in 2019, the European standard of beauty is still considered, not only superior but the norm, in African society and anyone who does not adopt it, is required to justify that choice.
Here’s a short write-up about me if you’re interested in the person behind the words. I’ll also be contributing to the website regularly. Here https://99fm.com.na/being-ndapewoshali-ndahafa-ashipala/
The versions of me,
I irreparably broke,
With every single promise,
I made, bent and broke.
Always do more. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted trying a little harder, holding on a little longer or caring a little more than I should have. All my regret lies in not trying hard enough, not holding on long enough and not caring enough. Always do more.
If I’ve ever told you I loved you, I meant it. I still do. Because, what I meant wasn’t that I was “in love” with you… I don’t care much for that phrase, I’m not even sure I believe in it, really. “In love”… A feeling… I don’t think so. Anyway, what I did mean,…
Every time I see a picture of the culprit smiling in the paper, I almost want to shout: “But you are one of us! How could you do this?”
We’d be surprised how much less judgemental and intolerant we grow, as our love and understanding of self increases.
I think about promises. The promises I made you, The promises you made me. I wonder… If I count the number of times, We used the words “forever” and “always”, Would they add up to the number of times, I picked up my phone to talk to you today But never dialed your number? Perhaps……