There is a way we find refuge from mourning. We distract ourselves. We move cities. We change jobs. We scroll endlessly. We convince ourselves that strength means silence. But…
This is the country in which falling in love may be a death sentence and romance is being stabbed to death, remains dismembered and stuffed into a suitcase to be left on the street
Hello from the other side
How many R Kellys are we harbouring? It’s a difficult question for all.
Viewing black women as strong and resilient does them a disservice
