The Invitation

The Invitation (1999) is a prose-poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. It has been my touch-stone for many years. As I read it again today; I can hear the call as loudly and as deeply as the first time I read it. I hope it resonates. **** It doesn’t interest me what you do for a…

A gift of a Thousand Words……

It was a beautiful conclusion to International Women’s day( Friday 08 March 2013) in Johannesburg South Africa.  Women as young as four years old to about 80 gathered together in their most regal outfits to watch as one of their own prepared to take flight.  Like proud mother hens, their wings fluttered protectively over  poet and writer Akona Metu – as…

A 21 Shutter Salute for An Eye Like No Other

How do you honour; where do you begin to pay tribute to a man whose eye albeit behind the camera has seen you in your most vulnerable, intimate, private and perhaps, powerless moments.  A man who risked his life to bring your mother, aunts and cousins to see you while you were in exile? Or…

The Foreignness of HOME

How strange. I have never really lived in any other country other than South Africa.  Yet I feel distinctly alien to it. It’s been four months now since I have been back from  a six-month-working holiday in the West African city of Dakar,  in Senegal the land of the Lion and the Baobab. And still…

A New York Kinda Day

For Each of You Be who you are and will belearn to cherish that boisterous Black Angel that drives youup one day and down anotherprotecting the place where your power risesrunning like hot bloodfrom the same sourceas your pain. When you are hungrylearn to eatwhatever sustains youuntil morningbut do not be misled by detailssimply because…