Rant and Rave: Maya Angelou – A teacher, a friend and an inspiration

 Love is a condition so powerful; it may be that which pulls the stars in the firmament. It may be that which pushes and urges the blood in the veins. Courage: you have to have courage to love somebody because you risk everything – everything.” 

Maya Angelou 

The sadness that filled my heart yesterday when I found out about Dr. Maya Angelou’s passing, I cried so hard my colleagues thought I was going to have a panic attack. I’m at a loss for words, I feel as though I have lost a mother, a teacher, a confidant, a source of inspiration and a whole lot more.
Mama Maya’s words saw me through some crippling moments of confusion, embarrassment and self-doubt, but they also propelled me forth into self-love, passion and the pursuit of happiness.

This is my word of thanks to God, for her life and her work. I may not have known her personally, but I am glad to have lived in the same time as her and I am glad I got to experience her sparkle.

Rest in Peace Mama Maya, I still hope that one day our souls will collide. 

 

Current Read: Beloved

Poetic Text: Always, Everyday Pt 2

So it took longer than I promised it would, but here it is, the second bit of Always, Everyday.

I wonder
Always, Everyday
about tomorrow
when the new is old and cracked and creaks a little bit
musty and frail
limping slowly, depending solidly on the memories for sustenance
When, where once
you used to stare me up and down
lick your lips and smile
saying, let’s hit the sheets
now exists the mundane…
Always, Everyday

Do your desires even aspire to walk that long
to the always, everyday middle of the road?

Not feeling well
I decided to take the day off yesterday
between my TV watching marathon,
doing some school work and napping
I did a little soul searching
I realised that the tears won’t stop till I tell them to
and that the healing of my heart doesn't rest on you

You see, I thought I was falling
Always, Everyday
I thought I was loving
the restitution I found beneath your palms, I confused
The warmth that rested with a confident firmness inside your kisses had me bare mused
But now I think,
Always, Everyday
About me

Poetic Text: Always, everyday Pt 1

I haven’t really written anything in the past while and I don’t know if maybe that’s the reason I’ve been feeling so devastated by the state of my life right now or visa versa. I did however sit at home, sick, on Tuesday and pulled out a pencil and a note pad, the results were something long and I’m not even sure what to call it.
In attempts to keep the two loyal readers of this blog, I am going to put up in about 4 sections once a week (trying not to overwhelm anyone with the random ramblings of a partially delusional woman) the scribblings from Tuesday.
Here’s the first bit.  I’ve called it “Always, Everyday” and for the purposes of this blog I shall call it a poem.  Hope you like it.

Your absence is cruel and unusual punishment
As though God were upset with me for having forgotten to say my morning prayers
I die…
Always, everyday
I don’t see you
I cry…
Always, everyday
I don’t feel you think of me

I’m falling
Always, everyday
with every sound you make
Step you take
the smell of your breath
The feel of your face
The slightly awkward obsession you have with Kwaito music
Always, everyday
I’m giddy, goofy and giggly
It’s the bite
the little bits of you that fall off
sit easy amongst my many me’s
and build a fire to keep the both of us warm 

Hughes Corner: To Artina

In the spirit of valentine's day, a sweet love poem. 

I will take you heart.

I will take your soul out of your body

As though I were God.

I will not be satisfied

With the touch of your hand

Nor the sweet of your lips alone.

I will take your heart for mine.

I will take your soul.

I will be God when it comes to you.