In my Xero accounting program, I have a code for mental health expenses. This allows me to keep a record of how much money I spend on supporting my mental stability and personal wellbeing. Since the beginning of the year, and maybe even since life began for me, I have spent very little money on ensuring that I have a healthy inflow of support for … Continue reading Hair Therapy
I sat, sandwiched between my mother and a friend, on a bench at the top of a hill. The sun beat down on the tree behind us. We were in shade for what felt like the first time in ages. South African weather will do that to you. You think it’s going to be a moderately warm day and then from nowhere, all of a … Continue reading Technology and Consent
There are so many things that we do not speak about. I find myself feeling estranged from people who only talk about what we are ‘allowed’ to talk about. I suppose we have been conditioned to know what is acceptable and what is not. Who decided? When was this decision made? Why was I not invited to the discussion? I was offered an amazing challenge the other … Continue reading Bumholes.
On Saturday I found myself home alone, bleeding from my vagina and without transport or money to make myself feel better. The first day of my period is always really bad, so I self medicate. My gynecologist advises that I use cannabis oil – that shit is not cheap. So instead I call a guy who sells nice things and I just inhale and exhale … Continue reading When madness takes over.
I sat on a warm iron chair, designed for humans with smaller frames than mine. The horizontal strips of metal pressed into my dripping legs as gravity called the swimming pool water and it fell to meet the ground below me. I was watching her in the water. It was warm and she was happy. The image of her reminded me of my mother – … Continue reading Water
At some point, I was floating on a giant pizza slice in the middle of a huge, placid, brown body of water. In my hand was a plastic bottle filled with Savanna cider. It was a Sunday afternoon, my mind was spent, my heart was full and my body was tired. There was a light wind blowing and I could feel myself floating downstream. I … Continue reading Pizza and Savanna
A car pulled up. We stood, and moved to the door. It stopped in the shade, the front doors opened and two women climbed out. I was nervous but felt like I knew what was happening. For a split second, I missed my sister but reminded myself that I was surrounded by family. I looked up into his face and wondered if he wanted someone … Continue reading Buhle and her moms.