You’d think to have a boy telling me they loved you and wanted to marry in the middle of a beautiful outdoor concert would me happy. I mean, it was lovely. There were fairy lights twinkling above our heads as we swayed to the music of one of my favourite bands, hands raised in the air singing tribute to Nelson Mandela as Mafikizolo sang Asibonanga. … Continue reading Red Shoes
I got my niece ready for school earlier today. Simple mundane act right. She has this cute little blue uniform and white socks… But looking at her little shoes, I felt old and wise in comparison. and at the same time small and clueless in the face of the great marvel that is LIFE. Continue reading In Her Shoes…
I gave you a hug because I wanted you to know that you are seen. That you are beautiful and strong and doing an excellent job. But this would all be too much from a stranger and anyway, how ever would I say it to you? So as I held you, said a prayer to the heavens. May your hands not ache as you weave … Continue reading Black Hmong Women
If I could give you a visual to my 29th year of life, it would be a girl in pigtails, kicking and screaming and generally raging at the passage of time. How dare thirty come so quickly? I am not quite ready. I have a list! There is a long to-do list. I still have yet to find thee quirky bunch of friends of what … Continue reading Flirty Thirty !
When it comes to shopping, there is little that I enjoy more than strolling through multiple stalls surrounded by a colour burst of beautiful art scattered about on display, ears buzzing with the typical hubbub that is so commonplace in any marketplace in Zambia. It’s the merchant’s call to customers, the excited chatter of shoppers, children- it seems there are always children scampering about in … Continue reading Pakati Market
It starts with madness, of course, it does. A sort of fidgeting of the soul. A restlessness. You begin by plotting your own career downfall from corporate superstar on the rise to wandering hipster sleeping on a warmed wooden floor in a Jjimjilbang (Korean public bathhouse), drinking Soju and eating pig’s ears. It is completely unreasonable. Why would anyone want to leave a sometimes racist, … Continue reading Butterfly…
He is the cutest thing when he is upset. Shoulders sagged, face dropped and even his lips are turned down. All his emotions having plummeted to the floor, collecting in a pool of tears. He is wounded. And I imagine his little heart smarting from the painful jab of Vitamin NO. Poor little angel face. So angry with me. But there is nothing that I … Continue reading Childlike
My dear Nameless, Hormones are messing me up. I feel fragile and constantly on the verge of tears. I want cake, comfort, food, and hugs – which I am afraid to go to any of my friends for because while they may be elderly, understanding, and ‘just a little portly’ (excellent for teddy bear hugs by the way) –they are also male! Not only male … Continue reading The Madalas
I went to a flea market today And there I met a man. Tall, dark and charismatic He called himself the Moon Guy. He gave me a gift A necklace with a half heart pendant. I looked up at him with questioning eyes He smiled at me. “You only ever have the one half, my darling,” he said. “The other is fragmented and broken up … Continue reading The Moon Guy
Words from the wise.
1. Take risks in your life. If you win, you can lead; if you lose, you can guide.
2. People are not what they say but what they do; so judge them not from their words but from their actions.
