It’s a Celebration

It was a marathon getting to the finish line for Friday's video, but I'm so pleased that it is done and I can share it with you! The internet changed my life. I've made friends of the heart with whom I've never breathed the same air! And yet I know that if I was in... Continue Reading →

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I’m on YouTube now!

I'm on YouTube! 📽 An author on YouTube is an interesting concept because of our natural tendency to use words instead of moving pictures to tell a story. However, the storyteller inside me is a performer and has been bugging me for a few years to find an outlet. When I was a teenager and young adult, I... Continue Reading →

An Anthropologist?

At what age do we learn social behaviour? I've been watching my nieces and nephews grow up and trying to figure out exactly when they edit their speech, or their behaviour in order to fit in. Surprisingly, two of my nephews seem to have taken after a younger me. We're observers, not participants. The disadvantages... Continue Reading →

Micro 0331:

Once upon a time a woman gave birth to a son, the first seed of her womb. When he was placed upon her breast, tiny and wrinkled, the weight of her hopes and dreams descended upon him. The crooning of family and friends who laid eyes upon him bolstered her hopes and she built formidable... Continue Reading →

African Literature on Facebook

A few weeks ago a dear friend asked me if I could help admin a page on Facebook.It has taken over my life! I LOVE IT.Our little family has grown by leaps and bounds, and the people who have joined and are actively participating in discussions surprise me with their passion every day.Africans have long... Continue Reading →

When it is good to be a woman

The past few days have been almost whirlwind like. Finally, one of my projects is complete and I'm proud to share it with anyone who thinks things like these are totally cool. In doing the research I needed to compile my super duper list of African authors, I came across the story of an Algerian... Continue Reading →

Micro 0122: Silence

It is silent here. Not 'absence of noise' silence. I can hear the Movement, slow and unchanging. I can hear crying. Someone is wailing. And yet it is silent, like laying still under dead earth where you cannot hear the sound of birds or the voices of family that just threw dirt over your body.... Continue Reading →

Old Poetry

Because I'm feeling it today. For Your Love I see you, Dark Chocolate Swinging your hips to the throom throom of this foreign music Your skirt so short, my imagination is unnecessary Your titties jiggling in your dress like the many eyes trying to keep up with them. Know that I love you, no matter... Continue Reading →

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