Ignomity Of Womanity

In a sac, we thrive in the warmth and comfort of our mother’s womb. Unaware of the intentions of this cruel world. That first cry imprints us with the reality of polluted latitudes The vexation of an unseen future with probable disappoints Sired through a wave of dependence that precipitates causing that boomerang to hit … Continue reading Ignomity Of Womanity


  Inspired by what I see, anguished by what I have heard. The pain I have felt a thought I never imagined sharing. Dignity I have lost. That pride I will never regain. My sixth sense says, “Vuka mama” I am awake but where do I go?   Born into the world, mimicking my first … Continue reading VUKA MAMA