My home

Through my journey to try and rediscover this place I cal home, and try and find myself as an African child, I’ve discovered that I don’t know and understand this place… I cannot relate to it. The women that I have become in the past two years is, incomprehensible to the land of my birth, I have become estranged from this place, it’s children, culture, it’s ways… my soul yearns for more, I have searched from the southern tip of Africa to the Northern part of South Africa…and all I discovered was that home is where love resides, where the color of my skin bares no significance.

And I am glad I had the opportunity to discover what home could and should be like, in the few months I have been back here…I have felt the most loneliest. Much as I love this continent and it’s children, I hate what colonialism has done it. Colonialism stripped Africa of its warmth and love, and its children of ubuntu (humanity). It has been a painful journey watching the remnants of apartheid, and how this animal is clinging soo tightly, refusing to let go and free Africa. The most horrific result of this animal is the destruction of mind and soul, it has destroyed many.


To be continued…

been a while

i know... i promised a lot when this blog started... but i had to deal with personal crisis... and soo much has happened...
all i can say, Africa is beautiful and it is home... and gosh....

i need to sit down and tell all, sometime soon.