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This poem written by an African child was nominated for the best poem, 2005.




When I was born, I black

When I grow, I black

When I go in sun, I black


When I scared, I black

When I sick, I black

And when I die, I still black,


And U white fellows;

When U born, U pink;

When U grow up, U white;

When U go in sun, U red;

When U cold, U blue;

When U scared, U yellow


When U sick, U green;

When U die, U grey;

And U call me coloured.


Shyness is a c…

Posted: July 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

Shyness is a curious thing,because like quicksand,it can strike people at any time and also like quicksand it usually makes its victims look down.

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Alright lovelies, that previous post was one hectic column to write. A much happier post is coming right up. So look forward to ‘Dreams From a Small Town Girl’

Diary of the despondent



It’s been a long month. The stretched cold nights can attest to that. The overflowing tears that could easily fill a river are proof enough.

The forced smiles that barely reach the eyes confirm the dreary gloom enveloping you in a tight embrace that nearly chokes you.

The culpability is never far off, creeping eerily right into the depths of your soul, and you constantly chide yourself on whether it was your fault things came to an abrupt halt.

Then the guilt, the nerve-racking feeling that combines with the blame. Guilt because you didn’t do things right. Guilt because you ignored the impending signs of a break-up. Guilt because you could not hold it together.

The depression is never far off. Despair closes in from all sides especially when you see them all enthusiastic and not a sorry mess like yourself. Moving on soon seems mandatory, it becomes an incessant obligation.

Realization that moping around really won’t help eventually makes you get a grip, so that you go through your routine like a robot, happy on the outside but suffering in the inside. You soon learn to hide away all the hurt and your face becomes a mask void of all emotion.

You learn to survive , as only the broken-hearted can understand.