Sunday, May 26, 2024


I want the last bullet to have already been fired...
For most of us death comes slowly.
What will we leave to our children but tales of dust and despair?
I celebrate the sound of a fallen giant rising to its feet
For life will dash us against the rocks. We will be bruised but we must not break.
The drumming of a heart that beats with the same rhythm as yours?
This is not yet uhuru, We cannot yet sing liberdade, We have not yet tasted ominira...

I Am More

We are the future, past and present

Turn Around

Freedom is like a skylark
women of colour run with a million dreams on their backs