Some of us will never haveThe moral upper hand.Having messed upRoyally,What talk can there be ofRedemption?Where can one goFor a better story?We will not always have the strengthTo pull ourselves out of the dirt.Someone needs to come for us.Come for me.
Read more "Redemption stories"How do you respond to conditional love?Certainly not in kind.We are not necessarily boundBy the treatment others give to us,We have no obligationTo wait until their attitude improvesBefore we change our own.Love, as it turns out,Is always an option.Indeed it is a tall orderTo take the high road,But it is the only road availableTo reach […]
Read more "Conditional love"Is often more potentThan change itself.Those that promise us thingsCan hold significant power over usAs we wait with baited breathFor the unseen future on the horizon-Will this really change our lives?What will it be like in the promised land?Is this what we’ve been waiting for all along?Promises are often more potent than final productsBecause they […]
Read more "The promise of change"One of the greatest possibilitiesOf the ongoing human experimentIs that the people we find kinship withMay not share our bloodOur skinOr our beliefs,But have the eyesTo see one another truly.Deeply.With hearts that have the depth and breadthTo hold space for each other.We do not need to be the sameTo walk with one anotherBut we do […]
Read more "On finding your tribe"Post-colonial statesAre nations of miracles,With historical baggageThat is far deeperThan any one of us can unpack,And ongoing structural violenceThat seems to mutate itselfEven in the absence of an obvious perpetrator:Riddled with poverty,Overshadowed by inequalityDrowning in preventable diseaseAnd grappling a perpetual identity crisis-Post colonial statesHave enough pressureTo fully implode.And yet they don’t.They seem to find a […]
Read more "A nation of miracles"Some people make the roomFeel smaller.Like there isn’t enough oxygenFor their existence and yours,Insufficient bandwidthTo carry all our intellect,Inadequate fundsFor us to spend our time togetherSimply beingAnd not competing.There’s nothing quite like the feelingThat you are fighting to be heard,Exerting yourselfIn defence of your right to be here,Using precious energyThat could be better usedIn service […]
Read more "On fighting to be heard"In a world of ever increasingSocial ills,The promise of entrepreneurshipGradually inflates in size and scopeUntil it becomes the only way forwardWe imagine possible.In a milieu of poor alternativesThe private businessHas become the magic bullet,The pure blade,The weapon of choiceTo slay our giantsAnd make us whole.But how can we expect businessTo solve the problems the StateHas […]
Read more "The business panacea"Are better than friends from high school.That’s my opinion anyway.Because what did I know at 16?About myselfAbout the worldAbout what I wanted in a friendship?Heck, I am not sureI even liked me back then.Friends from collegeAre the ones who found meWhile I was finding myselfAs they were finding themselves,And whenever we meet againIts not a […]
Read more "Friends from college"Isn’t the sameAs not having confidence in your position,Its recognizingThat the world is bigger than youAnd has people in it that may haveBetter and brighter ideasThan your own.The quintessential leaderWho always looks like they are in the knowAnd scorns at even the shadow of a doubtMay get our early supportBut if they can’t make roomFor […]
Read more "Leaving room for disagreement"Are often not the onesBest positioned to see everythingFor what it really is-Like a person who’s never goneWithout light,Straining and struggling to seeIn the darkness,For their eyes are not accustomedTo the experience of thoseWho live in the shadows.Yet their privilege gives them powerThat no one else has,To change the order of things,To make the room […]
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