A recession struck, business dwindled, and profits plummeted. When I told Mbali we had to cut back on luxuries, she flew into a rage. 'You are the man,' she said, 'work harder, provide, or I'm leaving.' Her words pierced me like a dagger. How could she be so callous after everything we had been through?"

In response to the tragic events that have scarred the ideology of a rainbow nation, Afro Arts extended the Department of Sports, Arts, and Culture’s Long Night of the Poets initiative with a critical moment of introspection and interrogation into the Black condition.

It was a strange disease, embodying the characteristics of severe flu. She was sick with it. She was seventy years old. Many years ago when she was a young woman she had a daughter, and the daughter had a son, and when her daughter died from complications resulting from birth, she was left with her grandson and she clutched on to him like how she did her purse when she went to town.

Sibekezelela udodi nje. Kumele manje basebenzise i-straw badonse umsobho when they go down on us because muffing is just so old fashion just like lelobola abangafuni ukulikhipha. Umuntu wakhona u-busy uyamncenga kanti inyumba

Ei mara at least siphumulile abathakathi ne staff sase Broom Airways. Phela lento ye lockdown applies to them as well, meaning also no more midnight habits such as broom-flying. Akufani yaz. Umuntu sekayakwazi nokuvuka ngo-3am aphahle akhulume nabantu abadala without hearing weird noises outside umsindo wama wizard awa ngemishanyelo

Ei kodwa ibhadi leli. No more being romantic udlise umuntu wakho nge-spoon bowudla ngaso. Kusho vele we cannot share cups as well? Eya ayabulala amathe bahlali. Kungqono mawuya ku quarantine uye no-baby ngoba self-isolation yenu izoyenza abaningi bazibulale yaz coz they have never dealt with themselves before.

If he's just there to smash and bounce then he's got no business worrying about whether you got bread or Nah. Literally, actual bread. He just pulls up with his big head and a pocket full of condoms smelling like fresh cologne, bad decisions, and a brand new Mercedes.

Now, back to me being a guy. Valentine’s Day would not be every day; yes, I'd love my girl and cherish her everyday but she would get 50 Shades of Grey shandies once a year. See, s a girl, it is my fantasy to wake up to my man busy stroking and licking my khekhe, riding me gently while I am half asleep, kissing me while going in and out and all my juices making the situation so wet and slippery while I reach orgasm.