Bandile Matsenjwa

If you Google me, you will find page after page of what the Internet has declared as my “footprint.” Some of it I built myself; putting each metaphorical brick together until it created something that was entirely my own. Some of it is simply the shadow a person who no longer exists. Some of it is made up of words that were said about me when I wasn’t around to defend myself. But, in a way, all of it is me. If you Google me you will find hundreds of thousands of words that I have written. You will find stories that I sat down to pen without ever knowing that it would be accessible with simply the click of a trackpad, the tap of a thumb on a smartphone. You will read the jokes that I chuckled out loud after forming, and hear all of the ways I have attempted to immortalize heartbreak. You will find the struggle of building a brand that is solely centered around my voice, even if you have no point of reference for what that voice audibly sounds like. But you ...

It honours me to see poetry grow from being educational to being a way of crying out of releasing the anger and pain. I now understand why they say females are emotional, my early readers are quite awesome,do read. Aye! Love..... One day you think you sailing in the sea of perfect love, The next you feel you drowning in the depth of dead love. Like a sailor, Navigating conservatively, We sail, each moment to trust love one more time, dismissing each deplorable and lamentable souvenir  of the Titanic. We trust love over and over again, It's inevitable. We break down into fine Pieces but we still find peace to love by leaps and bounds because, love covers all multitudes of defects. Love is with no blemish, no wrinkle and no spot. It looks beyond the flaws to see perfect from fallible imperfections. Love is virtuous, pure and absolute. Aye! Love..... You meet her, you like her, You get along and suddenly love prevails, Like die hards, you predominate your domain; your...