Sikiliza

You . I see you. I feel   stirrings…. I whisper your name Conjure your memory… And vividly taste your lips Soft, sublime… Unreal… but the sensations   Oh those are so real my love Goosebumps I bite my lip   Just at the thought   Of those lips and what they do,  and say, and play…. One look at your gaze With eyes like the moon Sultry slits or wide-eyed and endless pools I drown in the gaze of your eyes my love, And I see and feel everything You possess in you… I consume the universe you offer With those eyes that speak to me And intoxicate me …. And of course there is your smile   That melts all my insides That I live for that smile is a truth I am incomplete without that joy you capture in that wide grin that lights your face and everything around you And, I know right then That with you by my side   Life and after-life is possible And when our bodies merge  writhing ...

We knew the day would come   When we sought the counsel Wisdom, guidance and aegis of our foremothers Summoning those fierce spirits that epitomise resilience   Conjuring the passion in which they lived, loved and flourished Against a backdrop of constant sieges that wage battles on their bodies, mind and souls. Our foremothers never relented, or relinquishied themselves In their torn, broken battered bodies hid the spark of their true selves They chanted their names under their breath And under the choke of feet on their necks To remember, To always remember Their names and where they came from. Our foremothers used their last breath to exhale life   And the profoundness of all our ancestors And all their hopes and dreams into you and me   that one day our lives may be free of pain of bondage of our trauma to love   to be loved to be our true selves to remember our names to recognise where we came f...

Over the years I have been closeted in the most extraordinary of places. This time I would like to talk about being locked up in those dark spaces I will call shame .   Shame because I am a woman - implicitly or explicitly I have had family, friends and strangers tell me what I can or cannot do, say or think as a woman. And for the longest time I believed them.   Shame because my body - in all the phases of life often a first encounter with family, friends and strangers is their (unnecessary often unsavoury) comments - good or bad about our looks, body size, shape, weight you name it they say it. It is one of the most off putting habit most of us have internalised with barbs of innocuous comments. And there is a special room in the bowels of hell for those who believe in the false dichotomies of “beautiful and ugly people.” Ugh.   Shame because love - I am increasingly learning to simply leave in my past anyone who made me feel humiliated about...

Loose yourself sometimes... So as to find another part of yourself... Part of living is letting go of precious things That wound and hurt. The difficulty is in letting go And surprising yourself with room  For new encounters   That may go either way A necessary risk... But it is that faith in connecting with good things That keeps me going... I pray to connect with positive energies.... That build me instead of breaking me down. I know that all things, good and bad comes from within us.  Our love Our hate Our hurt Our warmth Our indifference Our compassion Our deception Our truths Our time Our patience Our impulses; Our thoughts and thoughtlessness Our actions and inactions... Each move we make stirs something within us and in those around us too. The drive, thrill, danger, love and the destructive nature we act on are our choices I hope my choices cause no harm to those I love And I pray that ch...