I’d like to be a taxi driver one day       Drive down the busy streets of Johannesburg. Where rowdy taxi drivers, who are from all walks of life... Streets hostile that you cannot stay there       Drive my...

Empowered spaces, wounded and bleeding. Heritage we passed down from generations to generations. Word of mouth; which inevitably led to re-adoptions with the passing of time. I heard voices in anguished songs. The pulse of my mind become so solid…pounding...

When Memory banks go random, the conscious mind intuits dimensions beyond imagination.    When brown is black, the human spirit moves what should be. Death cannot remember the laughter,    The very same laughter that is so larger than a singular birth....