I have never met you skin to touch but yet due to this alien science I can discern you, how wonderful the world is – yet so treacherous. My life is hillstone dry and parched like this Kalahari that’s my plantation station (they say watches are new chains on our wrists, how so? We toil …
Ex shag/whatever wethu resurfaces some time last year. It has just hit him that he loves me 😂😂😂. I am the one, his one and he must, has to have me back. I am surely looking and sounding better than before. He even makes reference to my girlfriend and how great she has been for …
kgale keo rata wa nhlokela mabaka keo rata ka sohle, seo eleng saka keo file pelo yaka, ka maoto wae rahaka o ikgantsheditse nna , jwale ke hona o bonang melemo yaka a fihla a betere motho, ngwana wa nfetohela kaba pelo pedi, enngwe ere tlohella enngwe ere tshwarella pelo yaka ya sisa jwalo ka …
Dear Squeeza, Most times when I have $ex my v***** makes an embarrasing fart sound, this is preventing me from enjoying $ex as I am now self conscious. How do I stop this? Embarrassed Dear Embarrassed, I’m not an expert on $ex but sometimes this is caused by the vigorous actions and air that is …
It is the American computer scientist and futurist, Raymond Kurzweil, who brilliantly observed years ago that technology is a double-edged sword. When he made this statement, Kurzweil was responding to the question inferring that the rapid evolution of technology is corrupting people. In other words technology is bad for humanity. I have to admit it, …
I want to wear the summertime as a dress that drapes itself around my body and slowly infiltrates my soul one sunbeam at a time I want to live in the energy of growing things that reach up to the sky in search of a tomorrow or stardust to keep them satisfied I want to …
My suicide note contains no thank you note on its eventuality. Once I had calligraphed a poetic piece about the eternal beauty of sucide and the aesthetics of that so much loathed foe by the Abrahamic religions. Uttering of all those who had pinched the candlelight of their lives in brutal and others in tranquil …
It hurts Really hurts This pain is wrenching and gripping me inside as it grips me it also rips me apart. The pain I am holding in is hurting me continuously I keep trying to let it go but it holds me back The pain is gnawing me This pain is self inflicted I …
I know a ladybird with a colourful mind and flying soul. Rarely understood but never old. Masked in smiles but the world on her head, she’s her own mentor and idol. I know a ladybird that flys so high, her only competition is herself, reaching for the bright sun and sometimes missing her stars. I …
Things We’re Not Allowed To Talk About At Home: 1. The children my mother lost trying to bear a boy child for my father. 2. The perfumes and lipsticks stains on my father’s shirts. 3. Bhuti Zolile raped sisi Nocawe’s daughter when she was 1 years old. 4. My mother’s weeping at 3 …