It’s a pleasure to witness your happybut not as much as it is to observe your fulfilledwithin the most mundane of moments,within the act of being you,when you’re almost alone,amongst the absence of thosewho think they know you,they for whom … Continue reading
It’s not my fault that you lieand make my dreams responsiblefor what you could not do.But then again,your anger -the oasis of heatrising from your pain-is all you’ve made room for… All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2021 Tebogo Ndlovu
We’re not adults. We are phantoms of our former child-selves, built up over the years because you are supposed to be good to children, then torn down over time because that’s what you do when they look older. All Rights … Continue reading
… and yet somewhere,amongst our varying lives,is a world in which we don’t cradle a man’s ego as if it’s what we were born for. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2021 Tebogo Ndlovu
No.No need to rehash the past,to hear an apology,to roll out punishment,to unload my side of the storyin order to move on. Close the door behind yousilently or otherwise.Our actions,they speak for themselves. There doesn’t have to be a haloinnocently … Continue reading
…but it’s not always for the love of chaos,or for applause from the apathetic,…not for ushering in a new seasonby force or fire,or getting the gods to sit up-finally notice their existence.Those who may be a trifle too much,don’t always … Continue reading
It’s always the same people in the TV shows. The doting mother. The charismatic playboy. The single woman looking for the perfect man with whom to raise perfect kids. The awkward nice guy, constantly bullied for his manners and never … Continue reading
Stories gather cobwebs when left untoldand grow distorted faces,become abandoned real estate,victims of lies and omission,forgotten homes, dreams, memories -lifeboats planned yet never built. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2021 Tebogo Ndlovu PS: I was supposed to publish a post on … Continue reading
…in a makeshift vacuumsinging praises to silence,reminiscing about two seconds agowhen sleep engulfed this body,teaching it to pray to the gods of chance.Not a prayer of desperationbut that of playful arrogance,of having done itdespite rigged odds. All Rights ReservedCopyright © … Continue reading
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