My decisions are ready to slit my throat Just yesterday I was feeling skyscraper high Who knew I’d come crashing down like a faulty plane In this dark place, Where I’m faceless In this endless nightmare Feeling more like a demon than an angel Heavens door has closed on me And with his devilish...

Note: to read part I click here I hadn’t felt this nervous about going to Soweto since we were teenagers. Having called Lesedi after her shower, Nonto had persuaded me into calling David and requesting an address. I remember hearing a strange combination of grief and elation in this stranger’s voice upon learning who...

I think I’ve reached my end Not sure if I can call it writers block Creativity is at an all time low The process of growing has become slow Pictures don’t appear Words don’t form My mind just went blank It seems like I keep writing the same pieces I took up poetry in...

Note: If, by chance, you have not read the previous inserts of Fikile’s Letter click here Let me begin by saying that I was not particularly shaken by her death. When she died I was where I always am when things aren’t going too well. Where I am now. Alone, in my study with...