I have always imagined my writing ghost to be an old, sad woman who died before her peak. Growing older is starting to make me feel more like her. As if my life will be a thing of the past before I make a name for myself. Growing up, my grandfather made me believe I … Read more
NB:This is is a 2019 import. “This project is to prompt you to talk about leadership challenges holding our continent back.” Qiniso Mbili, Award winning Journalist, Producer and Photographer. Yesterday I was fortunate to attend a prestigious photography exhibition which took me beyond flashlights and posing. As a journalist – or rather former journalist, I … Read more
As dark as day her mind can’t take it anymore.Innerly impaired by open wounds she believed had cured.Summoning poetic clouds, she laced deeper into her own veins. Glowing in the darkness of her mind the heart decides it can’t anymore.Thick and bright red, beautiful rain drops grace the ground,A stellar performanceThe movie set against the … Read more
Infatuated by rays of the moon In self she sees a shrine of liberty Scared and all, sacred and tall She stands. Tip-toeing on the edge of a beginning Strong-willed with nothing to lose A worrier born to warrior, Amoured in shameful past Armed with melancholic triggers A smile; her first punch. Elation; a monster … Read more
A couple of years ago I was privileged to visit Blackburn Village. For what they hoped would produce ‘raw, authentic’ content , it was the highest honor for my then employer to send a journalist into this notorious settlement. It’s quite funny how poverty and authenticity are perceived to be the same thing. The same … Read more