Welcome to my TedTalk.
Tag: coloured pride
Hiatus 4: I wish habitual
And yes, I have the receipts.
Hiatus 2: I hate this too.
So, at 5.30am, I stopped my car outside of the corner shop. From my back seat, I could have sworn I heard laughter. The laughter sounded young; adolescent. I decided I must have heard something/someone from outside the vehicle, and as I let my passenger in, my stomach dropped, as I was overcome with a feeling of nausea and dread. “Hello Shana”, she said.
The illusion of time
To summarise, the urge to shake my daughter to death and put her in the oven isn’t one that I would like to wear on my sleeve. I constantly have the daydream where I forget her in the car. I keep seeing myself drop her from the bed.
[BLOG]… and not a drop to drink…
I was told it was despicable and that I was using something as sensitive as pregnancy and the birth of my daughter to make money. 5000 shares later, I feel the need to respond…
[ BLOG] Fatima Moegenai: A train of thot
“Haai, you know, he married her with two kids and she looked so lekker, now look at her… poor Riyaahd”.
[BLOG] The devil is a liar. My vagina is on fire. And other offensive rhymes.
I must have misread the scripture before making the blood-pact with the Lord. I thought it said “Whoever serves me must follow me on Instagram; and where I am, my servant also will be Facebook famous (That's New Testament).
