Day 28: A Beautiful Mind

[Warning: Possible spoiler alerts]

Listen.
I love the movie that is A Beautiful Mind. The documentary of course gives the true story way more depth. For one, Alicia and John get divorced and she takes care of him despite this (they remarry many years later) even though in the movie they are portrayed as remaining together throughout his dealing with his schizophrenia. Two…nah let me not. Just watch the movie. It’s long as fuck, but watch it. Then find the documentary on Youtube.

This movie (and story) gives me hope because…To have somebody stick with you through all your ups and downs throughout your life. To have somebody get you like that and understand the methods in your madness whether it’s a significant other or friend or whatever…To have that?! Yeah. When I am much older, I wanna be chilling on the balcony, having a drink and be like: “Man, we went through some shit hey? Remember *insert year and/or narrative*”

 

Days 24 and 25: Uneasy

 The dis-ease, the discomfort and the disruption of 2015 has unraveled my safety net. 

When I think about the things that I have normalized about myself and about the society I live in…When I go as deep as I can go, I see that to be me most times is to feel unsafe.

It reminds me of the man who threatened to follow me home and rape me (if he knew where I lived). And how I got home shaken and changed routes after that. Of the man who grabbed my arm as I was walking to ask me for my number…And how my first thought was to not upset him because I want to stay alive. These things cannot hurt me now, I thought. Until I woke up to #RapeAtAzania.

Because you carry the world and the black man to his greatness.

But black woman, you remain on your own.

Day 21: Purple Heart

 

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Picture by: Craig Lapsley of The Untapped Source

There’s a dark purple plant that I was obsessed with as a child. It used to grow in the quad area of the college we lived in (and where my father was a lecturer). Other plants also grew there-colorful ones-but there was something about this particular plant. I would sit near the flowerbed and run my fingers along the stems and leaves. I couldn’t stop touching them. The texture was fascinating.

Purple is a powerful colour. I wear it on my nails.

Day 20: When It Rains

Sometimes the rain feels like a breath on my neck
Or a gentle whisper in my ear
Other times it expresses my anger
Through the heavy grumbling clouds
And my screams through the flashes of light.

Life stops for some when it rains.
The TV is switched off
The mirrors are covered
Families gather in the lounge
To sit and listen
And wait till the storm passes
Before commencing as usual.