Disrobe This Love

With every touch love’s imprints cling to our skin, its intricate patterns mapping excitement. We unfasteneach delicate hook, revealing the map of longingetched within. Finally, we stand bare: naked truth,our souls unmasked, our flaws unhidden. No morepretense, no more veils – just the raw, imperfect beautyof us… Disrobe This Love

#WinterABC24: The Freedom Collective

“...I believe the best way to contribute in the long run is not to focus on a definition of success that society has given us but rather to focus on play, joy, passion, purpose, and ideas. So I’m seeking artistic freedom, not freedom in my art but rather freedom for my art.Freedom is important for…

Eject These Jokers And Their Bill

Our votes gave them power to sit onthat throne and empower the communitywith change. In stead they dip into ourpockets stretched thin, stealingwith their overbearing taxes in the promiseof change, leaving us with chum change, dry bowls, emaciated dreams, dead deeds. The women representatives, sell outs!Wengine wao kazi ni mdomo when notnecessary na urembo: disappointed…

#WinterABC24: Echoes of Shattered Wishes

They say two minds are better than one, I couldn't agree more as Takudzwanashe and I took a pen. a blank page and our diverse thoughts to jointly weave together a story of a couple's broken past peppered with shattered wishes, a hopeful present and perhaps a redemptive future in matters love and healing. Two voices,…

#WinterABC24: Believe Me, Your Blog Matters

We live in the era where instant things are a norm. Microwave pizza, instant loans, instant deliveries...instant reach. This instant gratification syndrome sways us so much so we expect the same when it comes to our words, our voice, our creations. Yet, creativity and impact goes beyond numbers: our blogs are a canvas of change…

Anthem of Dissent

“Nurturing dreams suddenly take flight,on this African soil under the sun's warm light. Shadows loom as we bear a choking burden:The Finance Bill whispers, "More taxes to share."No longer shall we silently comply,Our voices shall echo the unrest within.Tax upon tax, a weight slowly drowns our hopesOur pockets stretched thin, our dreams lay dormant.The farmer…

A Mirror’s Tale

In the beginning, there was a blank page, a cursor blinking like a hesitant heartbeat and a mind ready to calm its angst and neutralize it's anger by spewing words into something coherently beautiful. Fear of judgment loomed large as I hit “publish” for the first time so much so I deleted my first blog…

Passion’s Contagion

“What are you passionate about?” It flows sweetly through my veins spreading like an ruthless virus, consummating withcells replicating power in it's wake; call mepatient zero, the passionate creative. Thispassion is coated in paradox for its both a virus and cure, ravages and yet heals thespirit. The virus thrives in graphite lines pencilsketches stretching my…

Rained Love

Poetry Prompt Day 30: Gateway What is your favorite season of year? Why? April knocks softly at firstsoothing my heart after May'sdry heat left me parched andmy psyche in patches. She thenheavily waters, softening my earthwith her fertile tears of rain. She reigns in me a love that laiddormant; an active volcano ofbeauty and renewal…

#WinterABC24: Notes of Unity

Can you feel that? The scintillating swayof their drums, the sensual echoes of storiesgathered in the strings infiltrating your psyche? Can you hear that? Past and present generations stringing together our glorious past to a promiseof a rich future? These musicians with their lyrics spell possibilities, wonder: their musicalnotes rise like the sun in the…