10 Things That I’m Glad Exist

Sometimes life is hard but then you're inside Sudwala Caves and it's amazing that something this amazing exists and you get to witness. When the tour guide tells you that the black on the walls is smoke from when the Swati people lived there in the 1800s and it's like wow...people lived in here and …

Finding Inspiration for Consistent Blogging

Happy 2019! Sibona umnyaka omutsha! 2019 is the year for keeping up with our posting schedules and being consistent. I’ve been blogging for more than a year now and there are days when I feel uninspired about what to blog about. I wrote this post to help new bloggers and old bloggers that might be …

My Holiday Without Social Media And How It Affected My Life

It was literally the best and worst holiday I have ever had. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m addicted to aimlessly scrolling through Twitter or googling every inane fact that crosses my mind. So having to live for three weeks without the internet was hell. If you’ve been wondering where I’ve been these …

Home.

I’m in my old room. The walls are a heavy sky blue. The stickers Deblyn gave me in Form 1 are still on the walls, peeling and yellow around the edges. The scratches I made on the wall beside my beside my bed revealing the white plaster beneath. The unsteady table sits in the corner …

Songs About Leaving

The idea of leaving a place fascinates me because there’s a naïve part of me that thinks I’ll be leaving myself behind. It feels like I won’t be the same person I was wrapped up in a blanket surrounded by the cream walls. Leaving a place behind means I’ll find a different Sakhile waiting for …

Ease // Unsafe

Tell me all the things that make you feel at ease: White noise Books between my hands Pillows on my bed Playlists by strangers Ceylon tea with too much sugar Notebooks with blank, empty pages Fanfiction of lives never written Lists to bring order in my head Doing my makeup and pretending Songs about leaving …

African Languages: Can You Understand Me?

I’ve had this idea rattling around in my brain for a while now. I wanted to write about how important my language and culture are to me but I can’t even find the words to articulate it. The way I get goose bumps on my skin when I hear someone talking in my language even …

Places I Wish I Could Be

An old library somewhere with rows and shelves of books, hiding between Fantasy and Mystery, hiding from the crushing realisation that real life isn’t as good as fiction. At the train station with my best friend trying to fit 4 years of life spent apart on different continents into a 30-minute conversation, jumbled dialogue about boarding …