Maliba Ramatlhape

Like a moth to a flame she is perpetually drawn to them, with different masks, they utter the same words they speak the same way. One by one, each after the other, they flatter her, chameleon-like they reflect her emotions, her hopes and her dreams.

Is it something in her, a vulnerability, pulling them in her direction, tempting them with sweet music only they can hear, music so captivating, they can't help but stay a little while, and dance for a little while.
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Set my heart free, sever all the ties you continue to have with my traumatized heart. The one you entered, masquerading as my soulmate, deceiving my mind and leaving my entire being perplexed.

Let me go, let my joy go, and release the happiness you erased with your lies, plots and schemes. That happiness that I possessed when I thought we had forever and only death would do us part.
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Why do we pursue with such fervour an emotion that can for a moment bring us so much joy and pleasure but has such propensity to hurt us, to destroy us and to kill our confidence?

Why do we crave to be in a state of mind so fleeting, where we get butterflies when we see our lover, and our heart skips a beat? A state of mind so confusing and unpredictable that is capable of eroding our self-esteem and making us question ourselves?
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In her quiet confidence she makes her presence felt, she is the epitome of gracefulness, her cocoa skin so rich and velvety, she is like a chocolate sculpture, an amazing work of African artistry

Her smile lights up the room, her gaze unwavering and inquisitive, as she searches for answers from those around her
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Invisible Thread

Your pain is my pain my love
And your tears are my tears
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I am consumed by the fire of anger that boils deep down inside of me, by the power of the hatred building up and raging in my belly. For I have been violated, I gave him my trust, and he betrayed it, taking my innocence, defiling me forever.


I am consumed by the waves of despair and distress that crash against me, eroding the innermost parts of me, I am destabilised by the winds of disbelief and shock that blow away my self-worth and my pride. Something inside of me is hoping it is all a bad dream, but the tears on my face confirm the contrary.
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