Crossroads
I said goodbye. I chose my sanity. I picked self-peace. A forced crossroads of sorts.
I said goodbye. I chose my sanity. I picked self-peace. A forced crossroads of sorts.
My son turned two yesterday. He loves police cars. I bought him a little cheap UN Police car from a mall play area when he refused to sit on the little train and instead just wanted the police car. He almost always insists on seeing my phone so I can show him ‘polisi’ – a 3:45 […]
He led me away from the party, my right hand loosely clasped in his left. I felt like I was sixteen again and memories of my first kiss flickered in my mind. I followed behind him as we made our way past the cottages that dotted the reserve, the music from the wedding DJ thudded […]
I knew you hadn’t. Forgotten me, that is. I feel I am always in and within your sights. Your grace waiting close by to catch me when I stumble. I knew you hadn’t. Because you never have. Your hand wraps around my heart, injecting me with warmth amidst a cold pushed in by […]
You try your best not to contribute to the corruption within the system, telling yourself that change starts with you. Then your life comes to a standstill because you have refused to part with $40 in order to gain a bigger return. The bureaucracy in Kenya is mind blowing. Police stop you for speeding, ask […]
Repost from: http://www.sapeople.com/2015/04/20/nigerian-thoughts-on-phobias-xenophobia-south-africa/ My name is Lovelyn Chidinma Nwadeyi. I am a Nigerian. Born in Nigeria to two Nigerian parents. Raised in Queenstown, Eastern Cape by those same Nigerian parents right up until I completed my Bachelors at Stellenbosch. Growing up in South Africa, I was always reminded by those around me that I was different […]
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