His World · Poetry

Love, Care and Grace…

Kintsugi is the Japanese art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold — An artistic way of giving value to something once seen as worthless; the complete opposite of cancel culture I guess...The Japanese had it figured out. An idea created on the fact that if flaws and imperfections were seen as normal… Continue reading Love, Care and Grace…

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Sexual objectification: Can we objectify ourselves?

This is a topic I particularly struggle with; should I post this picture? What message am I sending? Does this align with my brand? If you are like me, born and raised in a relatively conservative household, I am sure you ask yourself the same questions. I had an encounter yesterday at the mall that… Continue reading Sexual objectification: Can we objectify ourselves?

His World · Poetry

Storytime (Drive home)

It was an afternoon drive and home was our destination;Gaudy bronze sun revealing the true colour of our irises,Gospel music playing on the aux cord,And my spirit conjuring up divinely inspired questions..."Do you believe in miracles?" "Yes", she said softly."What's one miracle that you have been a witness of?"I lowered the volume expecting a stutter,… Continue reading Storytime (Drive home)

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I Am Black…

I am blackWith skin so brownA reflection of the fertile grounds That piece together my anatomyWhat you find in meIs nothing less than indefinite perfection... I am beautiful,With a heart so pureA reincarnation of divinity,God within I, An antidote in poison,A rose with its thorns,Pieced together in perfect imperfection... I am worthy,I deserve happiness and… Continue reading I Am Black…

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The standard of beauty

Story Time: Growing up, I never liked the way i looked. Felt very insecure about almost everything, from my broad forehead to my finger nails. I felt like a little ugly duckling most of the time. My insecurities were mostly rooted from what I heard and saw around me. In pre-school, a boy not too… Continue reading The standard of beauty

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Unconditional

Don't love me if,Don't love me because,Love me despite... Despite my stretch marks,Despite the fact that I can't cook like your mother,Despite the fact that I might not be good in bed,Just love me... Don't love me because,Because I don't have much to offer,Don't love me because of my beautyBecause when that fades, your love… Continue reading Unconditional

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Scream

Bottled energy, unable to let it out, He meant well yet I am triggered. Contained emotions eating me up inside, A shared post intended to soothe, I'm triggered. ... See at times all it takes is a reminder that I am not okay Okay I thought I was, until... well until I saw that post.… Continue reading Scream

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Flower

I am a flower,I know in this day and age it is unconventional for a man to compare himself to a flower,But that is what I am. Beautiful,Delicate,In need of care,The world is a tough place especially for a black man,Blown to and fro by winds of criticism forcing me to be more masculine;Toughen up… Continue reading Flower

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Toxic Masculinity

I am on a road less traveled. A black African man on a road to understanding my emotions and hopefully normalise the sight of a sensitive Black African man. See, I was taught that men didn't cry. Men were not sensitive. Men could fight. Men slept with girls. So I grew up with standards of… Continue reading Toxic Masculinity