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A List Of Great Books I Have Read: 2016

Here we are again. As I did last year, this year too I am listing a number of books that have kept me company while on a new journey. Unfortunately, I did not get to read (or write as you can see from my sporadic posts here) as much as I did last year but I did come across a number of wonderful books that kept me sane and enlightened. If you can find the time (since I cannot seem to get to find a...

Boobs And Brains

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You Must Have Heard

I am sure by now you must have heard That your mother washes her hair with salt To rid herself of your fathers stench She sleeps on one side Because her ribs have been cracked. Your mothers legs have been bent From birthing too much,           they said. You must have heard That she forked herself To rid her last child of your fathers        ...

For Those Women

This one is for those women those who bend their backs for men who come home at night smelling like darkness and the forest breathing like hunting wolves this is for those women who at 18 years old we call them antys because they have walked through the clouds their hair turned grey from dancing with the cold for those women who close their eyes knowing that even in dreams they are the women that...

On Burkinis and Bikinis

There is this unhealthy obsession with the bodies of women. Muslim women in particular. The thematic discussion regarding women’s bodies is always in policing what Muslim women can and cannot do with their own bodies supported by a strict interpretation of religious texts and a botched sense of liberalism. Right from time immemorial, Muslim women are forced to have to choose between covering up...

The Insolence Of Hope

I was born in the 90s, not the most monumental time in history, the world was still healing from the war, still healing from the war. i was born two years before Rwandans turned against each other, blood against blood, black on black killing, bodies piled to the sky, the angels did not know what to do with all that grief. The 90s were a subtle time still, the world, looked forward to a new millenia,...

We Women

We African women tie loss around our waists, colorful beads around long strings. when we dance, we dance with our pain and our pride, melodies only we can hear, we dance. we dance. We Black women, simmering in the hue of molten chocolate, carry thighs that rub against thighs and arms that embrace, the bulk of the world. grabbing onto our children, teaching them two times perfection. We African women,...

Memories

Some people become memoriesLike fleeting imagesBirds in the skySome people become statuesUn-moving sculptures Constantly staring Some people become rainCleansing usWashing away our sinsSome people become thunderTerrifyingly glorious Almost beautiful Some people become fireThey set us ablazeAnd leave us beggingFor lighter fluid....

Water, Sand, Mud

Writing has become extremely difficult. Mainly because this heart, is finding it increasingly hard to write from within. There is a yearning within for a place, a person or a thing. Writing for a while, was that thing, it was soul food. Now...now it is a stress. Writing must never be a forced act, a compulsion, it must stem from the places where the light does not touch. There is so much brightness...