Grief Is.

Grief is a vacuum. It’s a chore to recall events, happenings from a week ago. You find yourself forgetting what you had for dinner the night before, because last night feels like years in itself. Memory is fleeting. You visit old places again, places you’ve always known, places you haven’t been to in months, and … Read more

Words: Do You See It?

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed – Hemingway. What do words mean to you? If words become something tangible from our minds onto a book or screen for an audience to enjoy, then perhaps there is no limit to writing. It’s purely subjective. Is there … Read more

Eureka!

In 1946, the first diamond in South Africa was discovered by two children playing on their family farm. The children often collected rocks from the river to play with. A man, suspecting that the rock was a diamond, offered to buy it from the children’s parents, but not knowing its value and passing it over … Read more

Shadows In A Dream

We fall and rise again, fighting between light and darkness. We grow up fascinated by the ink figures around us, intimidated by their deep contrast, fierce height and black smiles. So we mimic and stretch ourselves, wanting to be like them. One day, we realise that the ink figures are easily extinguished when strong light … Read more

The Night Is A Muse

The night gives herself to me like the ocean does the moon.My pen gravitates towards the indigo lights strung together around her neck like sapphires…What would you like to see this time? She asks. And each time, my answer is the same. The other side, I reply.Knowing full well the price of dreams, and the … Read more