Mr Meantime

I offered you refuge.
Your exit from the inside.
Bursts of freedom
now and then.
I was a reminder that even
shackles have spaces to manouvre.
Late nights spent
gazing at moons,
wishing upon stars for a time we had no idea would ever come.
We talked our way into many dawns.
Unable to go home,
arrested by the possibility of the electricity between us.
I needed you as much as you relied on me.


you’re never out of my imagination

I only have to close my eyes and I’ll soon start crying again
My silence is heavy upon me,
Thoughts of you fill my head all the time
It’s funny how someone I haven’t even met can affect my life so
I look forward to the day when we will meet
Will you have my ears or my smile?
Will you have his big brown eyes?
You leave me wondering …

You keep me awake at night with your conversations
I sing you songs to make you sleep
I tell you stories of a time you’ll soon experience
I cannot hide you anymore as each day I swell more and more, bearing witness of your imminent arrival.
You leave me wondering …

It’s only a matter of time till the accident of birth when we’ll meet
I wonder what it will be like
I pray it’s easy and quick
I find no answer in your mumblings inside me
Still, you leave me wondering,
Never out of my imagination.





Sosketchlovemetimes, it’s more than a meeting of minds.

Bodies touching.

A moment.


Entirely on its own.

Stands up to the blistering light.


The humming of the night hushes the blemishes left by words that cannot be spoken.

Postponed for another time.


We return to the spot.

21 March – not just another holiday

In its 2014 Human Rights Watch Report, the Human Rights Institute of South Africa (HURISA) reports that ‘South Africa continues to struggle with the legacy of apartheid and the challenges relating to addressing increasing demands from its citizens for the realisation of economic and social rights as well as respect for fundamental civil and political freedoms.’

Human Rights Day is not just another holiday. Many lives were lost, literally, while fighting inhumane laws and the right to freedom. What makes this day remarkable is that through combined effort, South Africans were able to put pressure on the apartheid government as a voice that could no longer be suppressed.

On 30 March 1960, the government of the day declared a State of emergency and more than 18 000 people were detained amidst demonstrations, protest marches, marches, strikes and riots raging across South Africa. The state of emergency came just a week after the Sharpeville massacre on 21 March 1960.

On that day, about 7 000 protesters from Sharpeville gathered around a police station in demonstration against pass laws. At some point, the police opened fire and 69 people were killed, including 8 women and 10 children, and 180 injured, including 31 women and 19 children. Many were shot in the back as they turned to flee.

UNESCO marks 21 March as the International Day for the Elimination of Racial Discrimination in memory of the massacre.

Fast forward to 1998, the Truth and Reconciliation Commission reported that the police actions on 21 March 1960 constituted “gross human rights violations in that excessive force was unnecessarily used to stop a gathering of unarmed people”.

Human rights are the basic rights everyone has, simply because they are human. This list of human rights is contained in the Bill of Rights, Chapter 2 of the South African Constitution, the highest law in the country.

On 16 August 2012, members of the South African Police Service, opened fire on a group of strikers. 34 people were killed, and at least 78 were wounded.The incident was the single most lethal use of force by South African security forces against civilians since the Sharpeville massacre during the apartheid era.

Reuters described the incident as causing South Africa to question “its post-apartheid soul”.

Greg Marinovich,South African photojournalist, film maker, photo editor, and member of the Bang-Bang Club, examined the scene and found that the majority of victims were shot 300 meters from police lines where the main “charge” took place.[16] He claims that some of the victims “appear to have been shot at close range or crushed by police vehicles.” Some victims were shot in a “koppie” where they were cornered and could have been arrested. Due to local geography they must have been shot at close range. Few bullets were found in the surrounding area, suggesting they did not die in a hail of bullets. Marinovich concludes that “It is becoming clear to this reporter that heavily armed police hunted down and killed the miners in cold blood.”

President Jacob Zuma, who had been attending a regional summit in Mozambique at the time of the  shooting, expressed “shock and dismay” at the violence and called on the unions to work with the government to “arrest the situation before it spirals out of control”. The following, Jacob Zuma travelled to the location of the shootings and ordered a commission of inquiry to be formed, saying: “Today is not an occasion for blame, finger-pointing or recrimination.” Zuma also declared a week of national mourning for the strikers who were killed.

On 21 August 2012, Defense Minister Nosiviwe Noluthando Mapisa-Nqakula became the first South African government official to apologise for the shooting and asked for forgiveness from angry miners who held up plastic packets of bullet casings to her. “We agree, as you see us standing in front of you here, that blood was shed at this place. We agree that it was not something to our liking and, as a representative of the government, I apologise…I am begging, I beg and I apologise, may you find forgiveness in your hearts.”

The Inquiry into the Marikana shooting is still ongoing.

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how african ideas have changed our world

It is often said that ‘everything begins as an idea’.

Edward de Bono says, “There is no doubt that creativity is the most important human resource of all. Without creativity, there would be no progress, and we would be forever repeating the same patterns.”

However, ideas that are never developed remain simply as dreams that reside in their owner’s heads. That where the word ‘innovation’ comes in. How are ideas turned into innovation? According to the Business, to be called an innovation, an idea must be replicable (at an economical cost’ and must satisfy an specific need. The process of innovation requires imagination, creativity and initiative.

Let’s have a look at 5 African ideas and innovations that have changed the world:

iCow app

Small-scale dairy farmers in remote areas don’t have access to valuable information about latest prices of milk or cattle, and they may not keep accurate records of important details such as their cows’ gestation periods or their livestock’s lineage – often resulting in inbreeding and disease. Kenyan farmer Su Kahumbu created iCow, an an app that works on the type of basic mobile phones farmers own. Each animal is registered with the service, which then sends SMS reminders to the farmer about milking schedules, immunisation dates and tips about nutrition and breeding or information about local vets or artificial insemination providers.


Ubuntu is a Nguni word that means ‘humanness’. In its most basic definition, Ubuntu simply states: “I am what I am because of who we all are.” It’s both a straightforward and really complicated ideology. On a deeper level, Ubuntu means individuals need other people to survive, to thrive, and to be fulfilled. According to Archbishop Desmond Tutu, Ubuntu speaks particularly about the fact that you can’t exist as a human being in isolation. It speaks about our interconnectedness. You can’t be human all by yourself, and when you have this quality – Ubuntu – you are known for your generosity.”


While the Kenyan mobile company, Safaricom, didn’t invent money transferred, but it showed the world how to do it right. In 2007, Safaricom launched M-Pesa, Africa’s first SMS-based money transfer service. A simple yet ingenious idea, M-Pesa (for mobile, and Pesa-a Swahili word for money) lets users deposit, transfer and withdraw funds via text message.

Narrative Exposure Therapy (NET)

Over 25,000 Ugandan children were pushed into violent atrocities during a civil war that lasted 22 years, often killing their own families. The majority were left with severe post-traumatic stress disorder – with symptoms  such as depression, flashbacks and suicidal thoughts. Moreover, hostility from their former communities has left countless child soldiers alienated, making PTSD a longer and lonelier battle.

NET encourages these Ugandan children to use storytelling as a way of dealing with their trauma. A survey has shown that 80% of those who have gone through the therapy show clinical improvement


Nollywood (Nigeria’s film and video industry) is the world’s largest producer of movies. The industry produces at least 3,000 movies a year. In 2007, Nollywood procuded 1 687 feature films. That’s more movies than were made in India and the United States combined. In a country that has suffered from decades of corruption and a failure to translate significant oil wealth into a higher standard of living for the majority of people, this homegrown enterprise has brought Nigeria a new sort of attention.

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me, the mirror and my goddam boobs

In the war against self, angst and joy make the most noise… Increasing the burden on the soul to pretend to find the spiritedness of its once youthful exuberance… Shoooo even the sound of that sentence makes my mind exhausted

So I flip the page, hoping to find a new chapter… A corner of the mind that hasn’t yet been polluted with the dejectedness of being grown…

In between the rubble sprigs of hope sprout shoots… Growing small eyes with a skewed view of the pavement. In the end all that’s left is me, the mirror and my goddam boobs

Leading me to my favourite street. With its welcoming avenue…

journey to its serenity

The moment of death is fixed.

Life is nothing but a journey to its serenity.

The moments in between.


Conversations at midnight.

Death is a wide open embrace.

Somersaults of winds that bring the rain at night.

Dreams of summer bring nothing but crazy memories of brown skin against wet sand.

The moment of death is fixed.

Life is nothing but a series of steps up a hill.

Tumbling down sand dunes.

Salt water seeps between cracks and gnaws at the wound.

The moment of death is fixed.

Its muted tones leaves a trail of stillness.

I know what I knew then: Lying here would bring me closer to my maker.

maybe, never

the thought of owning the bruises in your eyes.

the cracks of your broken heart

through the unspoken words

of promises,

of things i should be,

but can’t bear to be

in your life right now,

maybe never.

is simply too much.

these thoughts cuts deep.

guilt riddles me

like a hunger you dare me to feed.

the thought of hearing your voice

in my mind’s eye

before i go to sleep

pleading with me ‘to try one more time’

to be things i can’t be

and would probably never bear to be

in your life right now,

maybe never.

i am not hate.

nor do i respond to holding

broken hearts

in the bosom

of my happiness.

i laugh


tears would just be too obvious.

pondering pond

Unexplained presence.

Two words that describe

the mystery that shrouded your shadow in my life.

Do I tell them about you?

What do I call you?

I pondered.

After a while, the nagging questions stopped.

You became my secret pill,

the potion I reached for

before I closed my eyes.

Fuelling dreams of strange beings

doing deeds

that leave nothing to the imagination.

Yet when I wake, you’re still there,


What do I call you?

Will the others believe me?

When I tell them

that I live with the dream

during daytime.