Spit in my Left Eye

He who defies fear, awakens love. Common sense and fear moaned its objection. But it was no challenge for the brilliant light that shone from the charcoal eyes laughing up at him. Blake's heart creaked, its hinges rusty and misused. Her laughter drew him in and caused his soul to dance like an avalanche. Sounds of thunder in his ears.  His fingers toyed the softness of her cheek as he bent to kiss her cleopatra styled hair. Its that look he found remarkably attractive about her. His own little Cleopatra.  He couldnt understand how he had not noticed her   much sooner.  She appeared in his life as if sent.  He needed this.  She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. The moon sketched their shadowy silhouette like silks that fluttered and floated upon a cloud of long awaited fulfilment. Their lips clung in whispered promises of sundrenched storms. This time Blake dared to embrace this promise; this laughter, this passion, Love. Francesca Hunter felt his heart

He was physically and emotionally drained. The long illustrious walk had somehow enveloped him in its air of evergreen mystery.  He had forgotten the magic of the Drakenberg mountains.  He was however filled with anticipation and maybe if he was to admit, some excitement. But the history of disappointment and unrequited love cautioned him. He shook the anxiety that teased from the lapels of his memory.  An Insecurity born from the constant want for a love that seemed to reject him;  a craving that haunted him and had him tossing in his sleep. Shadows of past ghosts and accusation.  Knots tied by arrangement - if only canyons could speak. The fresh breeze cooled his flushed face. Squirrels scurried and the soft hush of the canyons wings carried curses long forgotten.  Marine drive did little to assuage his wariness but the future called to him like a young heart. His eyes were fixed ahead as he neared the end of the stretch. Cascading Hair over slim shoulders, talle

"I see that every white man is an enemy to the black, and every black man an enemy to the white, they do not love each other and never will." King Dingane to Richard Hulley, February 1838 Can it be that when Van Riebeeck erected the Almond Hedge and starved Autshumato and his people, that like Cain and Abel, their blood boils inside the veins of the generations; the cursed hedge that remains firmly rooted in the heart of a tainted people. The Verwoerd stamp. On 27 February 2006 the body of 11-year-old Dane Darries was found stabbed 14 times in the toilet of his primary school in Cape Town. 2012 Marikana Massacre was the greatest political atrocity next to the Sharpville Massacre. In October 2016 Lekita Moore had been savaged. She was stabbed 98 times.  Her nipples and genitals had been cut off, a bottle was shoved up her vagina and her face was badly slashed. She had been stabbed several times in her throat and stomach.  Her mutilated body was found the next day.