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Maybe. I Write About Love.
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.
Always Do More
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.
You Were One of Us
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?”
Love – Yourself, Others, Always.
We’d be surprised how much less judgemental and intolerant we grow, as our love and understanding of self increases.
Mice in Hospital Not Shocking
*Published in the Letters section of The Namibian Newspaper, Friday 08 July 2016 http://www.namibian.com.na/Mice-in-Hospital-not-Shocking/42730/read Dear Editor I’m writing this letter in response to an article published in your paper on Tuesday 05th July 2016 titled “Mice become regulars at Katutura hospital”. Ever since I can remember there have been constant reports in all forms of…
We Got It Right
For all the times when the world will ask too much of me, On long nights when I can’t fall asleep, I will place my head on your chest, Your heartbeat will be the sweetest lullaby to me. As I gently write the words “I love you”, Across the left side of your chest with…
I haven’t cried for you…
I haven’t cried for you, I haven’t shed a single salty tear. I haven’t spent nights curled up on the floor, With my own whimpers piercing through my ears. I haven’t cried for you, Not for a moment, not a single day. But not because my heart didn’t break Not because I didn’t care, Not…
Are you a father?
I often find myself wondering how many men with children are truly fathers. Let me be clear, merely making a woman pregnant does not make you a father; it merely makes you a man with a child.