One of my professors here said, in the very first lecture—and I paraphrase only slightly—when white people landed on the shores of Africa, they did not see people. They saw resources, they saw nature, they saw land, all free for the taking. They chose not to recognize that real, legitimate human beings already inhabited this… Continue reading SA Journal 3: Reflections on African Tourism
I visited Johannesburg for a couple of weeks in 2014, so this is not my first time in the “Rainbow Nation.” It is, however, my first time in Cape Town, which feels like a significantly different place. My memory might not be serving me to excellently, but Joburg felt to me like an African city… Continue reading SA Journal 2: Overviews from a Mountaintop
I almost died last semester. You may think I am exaggerating, but my body, mind and memory completely disagree. I wish I could go into detail about why, but for one thing, if you’ve been following my life for the past six years, you probably know the basic reasons already; furthermore, words can’t seem to… Continue reading SA Journal 1: Moving for the Moon
It doesn't always come out in pretty words. Sometimes, it comes out raw and untamed, hideous or insane. Or sometimes, just plain words that mean exactly what they're saying. But only the beautiful poems get frames. You say they help you heal; you claim you don't need any help bleeding. The clots in the veins… Continue reading Beautiful Words Unlike Me.