I wrote this short poem, adapted from a scribbled few lines in my journal, for my friend Caits. She’s known me a long time, and has a lot of grace to hold space for my growth.
When I was 21, Alex and I went to the Bon Jovi concert that happened in the Cape Town stadium. I had prepared for it for the month before we went by spending every library study session with Bon Jovi blaring or crooning in my headphones. I can see myself, sitting along the long benchContinue reading “Wanted, Dead or Alive”
I’ll find you – jut hold on and I’ll find you. It’s been a difficult time for mental health, and that didn’t start with lockdown, but lockdown and things like social justice movements that take over the interwebs like Black Lives Matter have thrown things into quite stark relief. This song highlights the type ofContinue reading “I’ll Find You”
Celebrate good times, come on! Quite a stirring cry, in days like these. Well, since lockdown began, I celebrated my birthday, Alex and I celebrated six months in the UK, and on Wednesday, my sister will be celebrating her birthday too. It’s been a weird old three months. It’s time to come together – well,Continue reading “Celebration”
I can’t believe I’ve never listened to a Lizzo song (while knowingly listening to it – may have heard it in the mall or something) until today. I used to listen to a lot of radio in the car while driving to and from work in Cape Town, but since being in the UK, IContinue reading “Good as Hell”