His World

Before they die

Give them flowers when they can still smell them, not when their bodies are buried in caskets, six feet deep then later on claim that your love for them was deep... Tell them you love them while they can still hear it, not when they're unresponsive and covered with sheets on hospital beds, or covered… Continue reading Before they die

His World · Poetry

I Pray

I pray that one day you may look at me and see me, not the colour of my skin or my ancestors' sin... I pray to see the day when we finally realise that we are spirits with bodies and not bodies with spirits...I pray that people may come to see that not all Blacks… Continue reading I Pray

His World

She is someone…

Sometimes my prayers go up in the form of tears,And to me that's a privilege because somewhere out there, a million prayers go up in the form of blood and rape wounds... I ponder on the man privilege that I have been born into; how I can walk on the streets of the rape capital… Continue reading She is someone…

Poetry

Will you remember me?

We live in a world that pushes us to believe that like the big bang, our existence is accidental -A mere collision of atoms and celestial bodies that miraculously resulted in the making of Man. So how then do you expect us to give meaning to something that was the simple result of chance?We all… Continue reading Will you remember me?

Poetry

Purpose

Today I contemplate the depth of life...How at one end of the earth someone sees their first sunrise and on the other someone breathes their last,And in-between, A pause, a thought, a question... "Why on earth am I here?"A question that our minds can not begin to fathom but that our hearts constantly ask.Why are… Continue reading Purpose

Poetry

2020.

It's human nature to see people as the sin they committed and overlook the change they underwent. For most, this year was a winter. Our leaves dwindled and exposed our nudity and we saw the veracity of what we are truly made of. The insecurities we buried deep within our subconscious, the loneliness, the need… Continue reading 2020.

Poetry

Humans with no humanity…

Smile...Tell that to the young Somalian with no food to eat, no water to drink , only bones left as the world looks at them as worthless toothpicks, to the soldier who risks his life for less than a penny, fights for peace, yes, that is ironic. Smile...Tell that to the hooker at your street… Continue reading Humans with no humanity…