Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie was my first experience of the much talked about novelist’s writing.  Continue reading



I have collected some of life’s most valuable treasures from the sacred palace of womanhood.

I have found the sisters that my mother could not birth.

I have seen the courageous rise of queens; they are likened to beauty, but it’s really beauty that tries to be like them.

It is here that my sanity has been saved manier times,and my strength constantly re-discovered.

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The Fault in Our Stars- A review

I’m not one to read a book during the period in which it is most popular to the masses. Although the hype and FOMO may spark my curiosity, both are never strong enough to turn into action. If I find myself still curious about the published work after the hype has died, it is only then that I will probably buy it; most times the opposite occurs and I forget the publication exists.  Continue reading

A Tribute

I’ve been to Umtata twice this year, which is quite the world record. The first time was in January to visit my grandmother, and the second time was in May to see her off to heaven. I say that more literally than figuratively because I genuinely believe there is nowhere else Makhulu could have possibly gone to, and if there has never been a heaven before, one must have been created when this particular soul left the world that we know.

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Cancer’s loss

The stories we often hear about cancer are frightening to say the least; we hear about the distress it causes, the unattractive frailness it brings, the hope it kills and the possibility of  death that it invites.

In the face of these frightening stories, Julia Shabalala and Botlebosele (Botle) Mofokeng, two best friends, lived out an inspiring tale that speaks of courage, unconditional love, strength and sisterhood. Only one of them had cancer, but it was always a battle set out for the both of them.

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