Walking Wounded

2018/12/27 by mkhana

I met a man with a broken heart. His eyes, if you looked closely, were sad. He dropped the veil as I looked at him, my own tears threatening to erupt. I realized there are many people walking around wounded. I was not the only one. His dance moves hid the pain etched within him. […]

Repost: “My Thoughts on Phobias…and What’s Taking Place in South Africa”

2015/04/23 by mkhana

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 […]

He Hit Her.

2014/09/01 by mkhana

I saw him hit her and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to say something. Here is what happened. It was almost 11:00 pm, and we were headed back home after staying a short while at Jams Addis to celebrate their 1-year anniversary, and to support my friend’s reggae band (resident band performing on Thursdays […]

The Difference Between Men And Women…Very, Very, True!

2014/08/29 by mkhana

Originally posted on THE EDITOR'S JOURNAL:
Let’s say a guy named Fred is attracted to a woman named Martha. He asks her out to a movie; she accepts; they have a pretty good time. A few nights later he asks her out to dinner, and again they enjoy themselves. They continue to see each…

Buna Busus and Breaks

2013/09/23 by mkhana

Don’t break me this time, perhaps a fair warning can do. I can set up a net to catch myself when you drop me from your skies, from beneath your darkened angel wings. Don’t scar me so heavily this time, I plead. Perhaps you can let me go unscathed and unjaded this time around… place […]

Broken Fall

2013/04/08 by mkhana

I stepped out onto the ledge, your warm silken hands beckoning me to step out even further, a silent promise in the air, a promise to catch me if I fell. I asked you once, twice, thrice… if you really would catch me, for I could always go back. Back into the cool embrace of […]