Love is not love untill you come across inevitable intrusion of unpredictable disappointments

My father made me believe that being a father means keeping secrets from your children

If I am the question, would you be the solution?

Sometimes love is like a flower in the grazing land, the wind blows and it is gone

My father never told me he loves me but I promise I'll be there for you when seasons change

This is for my unborn child!

The strain of nursing her broken heart is too much for me

Last night I had a dream of a white woman giving birth to a black child who'll stand among thousand black South Africans facing social injustice

It's high time we realise that it takes one sperm, not a man, to fertilise an egg

My love for you is as fake as your fingernails

The South African democracy is nothing but another Apartheid system of government in disguise