Are glaringly inadequate.Forced relationshipsBorn out of neediness;Enormous family riftsThat grow with every passing year of noisy conversations that reek of the unspoken conversations underneath;Entire careersBuilt on the back of proving a point.When we fail to be honestWe benefit our delusionsAt the expense of who we really are.Here we are no longer real peopleWith real hopes […]Read more "Substitutes for honesty"
At some point you realizeThat those are the only roadsYou have left-The one without guard railsOr dry runsOr pit stops around every corner.Becoming wholeDoesn’t happenJust because we are aware ofOur need for it.It is a roadThat must be walked downA destiny that demands to beContested for.The best version of ourselvesWill be excavated from the dirtNot […]Read more "Long roads"
It is easy to hover over an issue Like a cursor Making assertions from a safe distance Holding assumptions that ruffle no feathers, Sharing safe opinions Making generic recommendations And not be held accountable for them. For many things in this life, That is all that is needed – To have a general idea To […]Read more "Double Click"
“Restless”Is a more accurate descriptionThan “the city that doesn’t sleep”For there is a lot of slumbering here,Lots of eyes closed to sufferring within and withoutNumbed consciencesAnd silenced voices-Yes, plenty of sleepBut rest evades the city.Harare is a synonym for hustlingFor making do with the little one hasFor never quite fullyShowing your hand,For defying the oddsFor […]Read more "Harare"
People need to be believed in.There’s nothing quite likeThe belief of anotherTo prop you upWhen your own track recordDoesn’t lend you the strength you needTo stand up straight.Sometimes we riseSimply because others believeWe can.Indeed it is not only the promising onesThat need it,But especiallyThe misfits, the late bloomersAnd the ones who’s names no one seems […]Read more "On believing in people"
She never thought she would climb.She’d always watched her brothers climb-Climb treesClimb wallsClimb up to the roof of their dilapidatedChildhood homeAnd later she watched themClimb up ladders of successReaching ever higherAs though the gravity of their upbringingHad insulted themAnd they were hellbentOn teaching it a lesson.They climbed so highShe could barely recognise themFor while they […]Read more "On becoming middle class"
It’s one thing to do a mighty exploit To thrust oneself through the air And land at a place Better than your current station In part by sheer will In part by pure luck. It’s quite another thing to Become the kind of person Who frequently takes leaps of faith, Who has trained their […]Read more "The work of becoming"
Because the emotional labor required To overlook the shortcomings of others For the sake of a healthier relationship Does not come with age, But with intention. Maturity is not a noun, As though it were something attained once off By virtue of simply being alive- No: Maturity is a choice And one that we are […]Read more "Maturity is a doing word"
There’s nothing quite likeLooking in the mirrorThe day after you’ve madeA big decisionTo come to termsWith where you’ve gotten yourself into.Are you here for the right reasons?Will it change anythingIf no one else is watching?Are you happy?Day twoIs when the initial reaction wears offAnd you get to better appreciateThe depth of resolveYou’ve managed to mine […]Read more "Day two"
One day I won’t take myself so seriously.I’ll know the difference between a bad dayAnd a bad life,I’ll enjoy the freedomThat comes fromNo longer striving.I’ll have ‘’won’’enough argumentsTo know there are no trophies there,Tasted enough of God’s graceTo be fully convinced of itBored enough peopleWith long-winded speechesTo learn that listening is far more valuableAnd stopped […]Read more "Long arc"