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Creative Writing
Protected: A moving prayer for five faces
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Four Days Before the Old Man Passes On
My grandfather once told me that to ease the pain which arises from the vagaries of life, you must break from the world, and look at the falling skies from the depths of your soul’s anguish. I have spent my whole life in a deep isolation trying to learn the meaning of these words. There … Continue reading Four Days Before the Old Man Passes On
Two Ts in the Heart of Things
There is no home. We will die unnamed buried in unmarked graveyards of broken dreams. And so, we pray for ourselves and our children. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit: I give thee unto the grace of the waters of the lord as you sail on … Continue reading Two Ts in the Heart of Things
Life Belonged to the Runaways
What does it mean to run away? Is it to escape? Is it an act of bravery and defiance? Or is it cowardice to confront the things which hurt us? I have found that whilst the answer is easy to answer in a material sense e.g. fleeing from a humanitarian crisis in times of war, … Continue reading Life Belonged to the Runaways
Berea
I had been walking around the last few days with a sensation of detachment – trying to draw myself, my emotions away, from my body. Over time (accumulated experiences) and with an acute degree of awareness, one can sense forthcoming danger and trauma, emotional or otherwise. Prior to that encounter, one feels the body in … Continue reading Berea
Please Do Not Call Me a Rebel
A few days ago I was at the airport waiting for a lift to pick me up. Cape Town weather was a welcoming sight in comparison to the rainy temperament of Johannesburg. Notwithstanding the drought in the city, the symbolic meaning behind a bright and sunny day was uplifting: in the sense that it so … Continue reading Please Do Not Call Me a Rebel
Protected: Language and Silence: The Memory of Forgetting
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Protected: Songs between Fathers and Forgotten Dreams
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Degrees, Hair and Rebellion: An Overgrowing Path
I’ve been between two thoughts about going and being home for the vac: on the one hand was dreading the confrontation with my mother since discovering my involvement with #RhodesMustFall and #FeesMustFall. This trepidation has since been heightened in the wake of interdicts, suspensions and expulsions and the frequent calls not only asking if I’m … Continue reading Degrees, Hair and Rebellion: An Overgrowing Path
Simon Rakei 