Weāve seen it all, really. Yet, we still fall into the trap of a single storyāevery single time. We still think that we are either this or that; we canāt be both; we canāt be everything all at once.
When the sun came back/ I was a full tree/with all the room in the desert to grow,
When the Black man ruled this land, things were very different. You see, me, Iām the brother of the wind; I am the altered destiny.ā
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Dear Levi,
Four weeks ago, I buried my bracelet, my ring, and my baby.
When the sun came back/ I was a full tree/with all the room in the desert to grow,
I hope when they take my picture/I am filtered with bright exposure
The sun shone brightly as if the ancestors themselves smiled upon the day.
Stigmata on his hands/ a needle in his vein
When the Black man ruled this land, things were very different. You see, me, Iām the brother of the wind; I am the altered destiny.ā
The Quality of Mercy is one of the finest books from Africa, and with it, Siphiwe has positioned herself as an important [African] writer
A small portion of your wings / Housefly, lies here before my eyes.
Here eats young and old.
As soon as the smoke dispersed, a gorgeous woman with glowing dark skin was standing there.
Dear Levi,
Four weeks ago, I buried my bracelet, my ring, and my baby.