Andrew’s death eleven months ago took everyone by surprise. At 30, he had always been a healthy eater, consistent fitness enthusiast and had established a solid career in software engineering. As a father of two, his love for his family had always been expressed loudly. They were on course to move into a bigger house...
Author: Mantate Mlotshwa
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PIECES OF MYSELF
These flowers, they are the only beautiful thing left that I can give. What else else can one give to someone buried six feet underground.
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drawing my suicide
As a pencil artist I am pretty intentional. Almost like every line I draw is a reflection of the precision of my thought process. I draw a lot of different things, but not in their natural form. All my work is almost a sarcastic contempt of the vanity of existence. I remember this one time...
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Love Bite
It’s already 3am and it doesn’t look like people are planning to go home. I am annoyed, agitated and legit feel like giving someone a piece on how much of an irresponsible adult they are being but hey, I am here too, right? Wasted! My dad is going to kill me today. That much I...
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Dear 5-year-old Phoeby,
Is it strange that I have not thought about you until recently, in therapy? Is it also normal that I think of you as not being a part of me? I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I am Phoeby; I am over 30 years old and I am in some way you. I feel...
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It’s not that deep
“Hey babe which shoes should I wear? I am caught between the Air Jordan Retro and Doc Martens you gifted me last month. The weather Is really just perfect for either it’s making it very difficult to choose. I love them both, and I love you. I can’t wait to see you. To think it’s...
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Goodbye…BABE!
“Babe, who is that guy?” Hey. I thought because you went through my phone and chats you’d have an answer to that question. Unless you were looking for something more specific? Incriminating. Something to satisfy this gut feeling you have that I might be cheating on you. Even if that’s what you’d been looking for,...
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You were right about Mr right.
The funny thing is that I had always been the wild one. The one that older people blamed for every night that you never came back home; or the days you’d come back home drenched in vomit and cursing. I vividly remember the day you picked a fight with a girl at Jam, the club...
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A 14 Year Old me, Sweet precious!
First of all I love you. I love you for your strength and your resilience. You have weathered so many storms with such gracefulness. I love how you have always managed to keep your smile even on days where it took the last bit of strength to. I love how you have managed to stay...
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Shuuu!!!
I would say like any other family mine is full of drama but that would be a desperately vain attempt at toning down the madness that defines my family. For some unknown reason I have always survived the more volcanic of our episodes, and I want to keep it that way. As a newly wed...