I miss you

I miss you

You, who took hold of me within places unseen

Who ensnared me with a look and enslaved my inner being

Who lured me in with a promise

And kept me with a dream

Who gave flesh to hope

Then said ‘all is not as it seems’

I miss you

You, whose voice I still hear and eyes I still see

Whose breath is the wind and whose smell is of the sea

Whose touch was on fire and whose look set me free

Whose words I still comb over

Because you wrote them for me


An UNATURAL disaster

I think I was in my early teens when I first heard of ‘el nino’. The concept briefly interested me, but the details eluded me. All I knew was that the icebergs were melting, and the world was getting hotter.

That’s it.

It shouldn’t surprise you that my interest in the subject never went further than those brief encounters with the topic in its vague form. A large part of why it never bothered me as much as it should have is because I lived (and still do) in South Africa. We have no icebergs, we have no polar bears and when it’s hot, it’s hot, just as when it’s cold, it’s cold.

For all I knew, not much changed over the years.

Except, a lot changed.

As it stands, we’re currently battling a drought. Sure we’re clawing our way out of the red, but we’re still in it. Communities go without running water for days, even weeks and months; it’s the norm for some of them.  To others it’s a crisis that’s threatening the lives of their loved ones and dragging down industries in the process.

I could go further into how devastating this drought has been for companies in the country, but that’s not why I’m writing this.

The recent slew of natural disasters that’s plagued the world this month alone should be enough to make people think.

These are no longer vague terms and concepts on a flimsy news segment you can ignore because they don’t concern or affect you in any way. These are very real, very dangerous and very devastating realities that are in our backyards and have levelled communities and taken lives.

Hurricane Harvey, Irma, Maria, the earthquake in central Mexico, the floods in India, the flood in China and many more around the world.

This isn’t about political propaganda by any one side trying to scare the living crap out of the other; this is about a very real change in a world we thought we knew.

This change, this multi-layered climate change is bigger than our egos or our greed or whatever it is that’s holding us back from admitting that things are going south. These changes are not only increasing in frequency (maybe it’s just that we hear about them more frequently because of the internet) but they’re also affecting more and more people around the world.

There are nations that will have to rebuild, parents that will have to bury children, children that no longer have a home or a family and there are lives that will be forever changed because of these disasters.

However you feel about climate change, it really doesn’t matter. What matters is that we stand with those in need.

No weapon formed will stand against a natural disaster, what will help is patience, understanding, education, compassion and uniting as a world to help preserve this beautiful planet for the generations to follow.

One thing we are, is resilient. We will be stronger, more United and so much more prepared for whatever comes next. 

Here are a few organisations that are dedicated to making a difference and providing relief and support to the victims of these natural disasters.

http://www.HANDINHAND2017.com (Hind in Hand hurricane relief)

http://www.icrc.org (Red Cross)

and many more in the pdf attached.


Quick thought

I’m not the best writer. I’ve never been called prolific and nobody in my journey thus far has pegged me as the next great literary talent.

I’m black, young (by the greater standards of the old guard who I sometimes look at as the Gate Keepers of all things conventionally-success-like) and I’m from a part of the world that isn’t renowned in the literary sense.

Not for nothing, my country is filled with intelligent and incredible people who enjoy reading, but when 54% of the country is illiterate, it stands to reason that writing isn’t as high on the “hone-a-skill-and-be-great-in-life” list.

I know, I’m rambling, that’s probably because English is also my second language.

My point is, I’m not the best writer out here, nor do I have very many people visiting my corner of the interwebs, but I sure as hell enjoy doing it and I’m good enough to stand on my own two feet and take pride in the worlds I create, the people I develop and the stories I like to tell.

Could I be better, sure, when is anybody ever perfect in anything? That’s a rhetorical question because I firmly believe that Beyonce is perfect in all things, if you have any opposing views, though respected, I have to ask you to come fight me.

Someone recently told me that we live in a world and operate in societies that sometimes won’t tell you how inadequate you are, but will rather show you by the number of doors they refuse to open for you. I didn’t believe it at first; me and my optimistic, idealist self believed that if you really wanted to make something happen, you’ll find a way. However, upon reflection, truly objectively observing the kind of messiness that happens not only in my backyard, but across the ocean as well, I have to give credence to those observations.

There’s a systematic devaluing agenda already put in place in spaces people like me were never meant to inhabit. Sometimes it’s so ingratiated into the fabric of that world that its perpetrators have no idea they’re exacerbating the function and contributing to this big, “bad”, outdated machine until someone points it out.

I’m not here to talk about some grave injustice against me because of the colour of my skin or the fact that I live in a part of the world some might not want to invest in, or find favour in, but I am here to say that despite the challenges placed before me (of which I have very little to no control over), I still believe that I’m a worthy investment.

If I was to be discounted, I’d rather it be because I’m very emotional, I am not very nice when I’ve not had a meal in a minute, I have seven different types of laughs and all of them are ugly, I don’t get fidget spinners, and I’m a little bit elitist (but I’m currently being reformed).