Day 5: White, am i.

So yesterday I saw a poster. It was a white woman, sitting in zen and a white light surrounding her from the background. It said: 'reconnect with your spirit' It is in me...the word 'white', as a very strong world of power. To declare peace, is to declare conformity to a white flag guided in the … Continue reading Day 5: White, am i.

Day 4: Dark Brown 4B/4C Natural Hair – is a ‘discrimination issue’

So in 2016, during the last semester of my first year masters at the #GSA_UJ, I subjectively took on the politics of hair featuring en la arquitectura. You can find the full project here on my academic blog Slim Cognito 🙂 Titled The Weighting Aisle: Dismantling Structures of Power in the Check-out Aisle, I explored myself, blackness, dreams … Continue reading Day 4: Dark Brown 4B/4C Natural Hair – is a ‘discrimination issue’

Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black

I let go of my expectations. It took a moment... I saw myself in you, (the rope)   It wasn't love at first sight, I just knew you (the rope tightened)   Cliche? no There was a peace The language of English, inadequate to comprehend.   It was black, It was intense, Innate... true.   … Continue reading Day 3: White Love means nothing: An Ode to Black

Day 1: Writer Lust

Ever have the need to start a blog? And just type out your mind? But then get to the screen and keyboard just to decide you need to take a break first. So  you lie down for a "quick" nap. Only to awake the next day. New day, new responsibilities, procrastination round 365 (disgraceful facepalm)... … Continue reading Day 1: Writer Lust

Note 7: Another kind of Death

I don't fear death of my body Life away from this controlling world I fear death of my creativity I fear becoming paralysed by the money aspiration of this world I fear that their good intentions may mean the death of me…of me A death from which I may never be able to rise from … Continue reading Note 7: Another kind of Death

Note 6

A mind so feeble Incomprehensible of what is unanticipated Like the grains Grains that hold in tact the dunes of knowledge, Knowledge flowing by gravity between your fingers A grain of sand, is the feeble mind. -Natache

Note 5: Lost…to be continued

Lost is man, who in himself, finds a lost woman...his reflection. Who is he? Who are his ancestors? Does he have a soul? A soul...soul lost. A man who finds his faith in a book, gifted to him by his enslavor. A figure of a foreign imagination so strong... So strong, its stream watered his … Continue reading Note 5: Lost…to be continued

Note 4: I AS BLCK WMN

Awakened. Questioning. Undoing. Releasing. Understanding. Releasing. Rebuilding. Representing...You PROVOKE! Finding you, yourself of the inner ancestral past, locked within the DNA of your soul, a fabric of well preserved threading, only you can understand. -Natache

Our experience of Life is dependant on the mind.

So here's to living life miserable...... I feel it...the burning touch of the flames of life tickling my inner skin, I Can put it out yet...I can't. It's driving me to depression. So many do's and dont's dictate my every movement every thought, I am scared to even attempt...for I am not entitled...for I am … Continue reading Our experience of Life is dependant on the mind.