I cannot recall if I was born Xhosa, but I am as certain of the ‘fact’ that the first words to escape my mouth were in isiXhosa, as I am certain of my knowledge of where the sun goes when it sets. In my understanding, I believe language is given to us, we are born … More “Born Xhosa”
I thought that things like this get better with time, but I still miss you. Why is that? I’m losing interest in speaking. Lost interest in people. Let them stay if they want to. Let them leave if they must. I cannot ask, I will not say a word. My heart won’t let me. Or … More Sometimes we can’t explain why things happen
*incoming text* “girl you need to stop lying. that shit is going to catch up with you” I’m a lair. A pathological liar. I lie about silly shit, like what time I left home this morning. I’lI say 9am instead of 11 am just because 9 am sounds better. Full disclosure! That’s a concept I … More Liar liar, what are you going to do?