Why I Speak Now – Submission

“Hello Thandi and how are you doing. Just wanted to express my sincere gratitude and appreciation of you as an African beautiful woman. I was so moved and touched by your programme which was aired on South African etv a few weeks ago. Why speak now? Because its the right time to encourage others faced with domestic violence in their homes to speak too and bring their attention to the lime light, because am now…

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Her Words

Since my father’s passing in March in Washington, DC and for the first time in my life, I no longer feel silenced by my fear of him. Like many professional athletes in the news today, my father was celebrated for his athletic achievement. The violent, criminal acts, for which he was responsible, were intrinsically minimized – if even mentioned. I am perturbed by the recent national commemoration of his life at South Africa’s FNB stadium where…

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Contrails

Ephemeral residue of movement Anachronistic as scars leave momentary visage Lingering line left in the wake of violent passage Frigid hold a reminder of substance Ice crystals ballooned from vapor droplets Tears held in deferment Cut deep into the blue Reminder of long ago journey Suspended for a time in frozen hold Fleeting vision revisited Rushmore etched in granite mountain Petroglyphs abraided in forgotten cave Sky holds symbols of archaic language Interpretation prior to dissipation…

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“My Father May Have Beat Mayweather”

My father, Stephen “Kalamazoo” Mokone, was the first Black, South African soccer player to play professionally in Europe and to break the color barrier in South Africa during apartheid, which was a remarkable achievement back then.  He played for the Dutch team Hercules for two seasons before heading off to play for several other teams in Europe, including Barcelona and Torino.  But he was more than that; he was also a violent and abusive man who…

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