When I turned 8 or maybe it was 9-years old, my parents bought me a fishing rod for my birthday. I went fishing only once even though the rod came with us on many summer holiday camping trips. I caught one fish, a muddy-looking, wet, whiskered situation. It was the ugliest creature that I had ever seen. I ran away from it, almost lost my rod to … Continue reading Fishing though!
“Hello, my name is Tholakele and I have only recently learned how to love and look after my hair.” Words like: tangled, difficult, uncombable, wiry and tough crept into the fabric that wove the foundations of my understanding of my hair and created ugly holes filled with frustration, confusion and ambivalence. My father used to sit me between his knees, spray water on my hair … Continue reading Hair treatment
So, a few months ago an amount of money bigger than I have ever had the pleasure of having, arrived in my account. I was lucky enough to get booked for an international job that paid really well. I have never really liked money. Never understood it or valued it. I suppose my lack of interest in it was and is because I don’t come … Continue reading Momentary richness
Her voice blares through the speaker on my phone, she is laughing at me, tired and lazy-like, the way she always does when we are complaining or comparing. I’m telling her about winter and how I find myself throwing back champion amounts of red wine, chocolate and an occasional giant sized packet of Jumping Jack mature cheddar flavour popcorn. I’m explaining that I really should … Continue reading FAT
I’m not having sex at the moment. I haven’t been for a while actually… It’s bizarre that this is a difficult thing to say. Yet here I am writing about my sex life and many might assume that by not having sex, I would then not have a sex life. Interestingly enough, my sex life has been amazingly active. As a woman and an individual … Continue reading Not having sex
I sat with a client a while ago and heard myself describing being black: confident, loved, secure and constantly celebrating that combination, as a form of ecstasy, a post-blackness without having to have ever moved out of, through or even into what being black might, could, and does mean. I am aware that post-blackness might imply that moving out of ‘blackness’ is something that could … Continue reading Post-Blackness
I’m sitting on a sheet, folded in half – it is pretending to be a yoga mat. I’ve been stretching the days’ aches and bruises away. He walks in through my open door, it’s hot outside and I’m hot here on my faux yoga mat, so I opened the door. He is not a stranger, but we have only just met. We have shared wine, … Continue reading Did That Just Happen?