the road to kindness #1

the road to kindness #1

I had always been foolish. It was only on my twenty-third birthday that I realised I had grown wiser. That day, I made a wish that the following years would see me grow kinder.

They say a journey starts with one step. And perhaps that simple wish is the first step I took on this road to kindness.

At twenty-four years old, there are still many instances of wrong turns and getting lost – moments…

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defense mechanism

Like a deer that has witnessed
thousand killings in the forest:
hunters who pull their triggers,
innocence falling on dead leaves.

Squinting eyes, waiting
for the familiar stance of a huntsman
the calculated shifting of weight
before lifting the barrel of their guns.

Ready now to run. Knowing now
an attack. I know now
when to run. And here you come

Your every move as gentle
as I had never seen.


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Order of Preference

All the things God took
from me He gave to you.
And between the things you hold
and your hands, I take
your hands.

For every unique pain I suffered,
God gave you the only cure.
But between the remedy
and the heart pumping it, I choose
your heart.

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Enriching the vocabulary

Teach me words of rejoicing -
When I found you, I lost
all poetry of loneliness.

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Untitled Poem

“Towards that time
and unknown place
where we shall know
what it is to arrive
(author forgotten)

When God wrote our story
He made sure to catch us
Unawares         foolish dreamers
of a future without each other            Proud
Of the loneliness we’ve chosen
Some people are always meant
To go, said you and I – two people
So alike             homeless
Drifters who never even really arrive
To say we…

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Almost Normal

They will become women. By then they will be educated, independent, ready to go out into the world, fall in love (if they haven’t already done so while here), start a family, have children of their own (if they don’t already have one while here). But now they are just a bunch of pre-pubescent girls boisterously imitating the behaviour of a ‘bayot’. I want to put an end to the joke, tell them that…

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On poverty/ being an idea/ running like buffoons

“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

On Poverty

As long as we think we are helping the poor, we will never really be helping the poor. As long as we think we have to sacrifice certain things, as long as we think of it as a giving, as a taking away from what is ours, the problem of poverty will remain, the number of homeless families will increase, of starved…

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