Imagine logging into your WordPress account and the first notification up top informs you that it’s your anniversary with the thing, today.

This random urge to log in today. Fate? The universe? Coincidence?

Maybe. Oksalayo.

I am here.
Yay me.
There’s a lot going on in the world, some of which doesn’t show up on my newsfeed, because really, the main focus is what’s happening on South Africa’s stage.

Sometimes, the rest of the world’s struggles will make headlines, and then I’m aware for a second…
Then I forget again, because I can only focus on one horror show at a time – more specifically, the one closest to me. Like the insane cost of living and all the lives I have to save without going completely batshit and all the dark and scary things that prompt the other social media platforms to do a wellness check and send me the numbers of wellness facilities –
That time, I am not even anywhere remotely near those facilities coz I am not even on that continent but I digress.

Social media.

A lot of my energy has gone towards promoting my books there by the pink place and the clock app, and with it, my poetry has been silent for a while, which sucks.
Add to that, the burnout, and the empathy fatigue, and the desire to stand in the street at midnight and shout into the darkness, hopefully calling my guardian angel down from the skies to actually show me that they exist so that we can discuss what the fuck is happening coz surely it isn’t supposed to be this hard!!!!!

And yes, there are worse things that COULD be happening, and there are worse things that ARE happening. But I am here. In my own pain. And just because it’s so mild compared to what could be, that doesn’t invalidate the fact that IT IS PAIN. ‘To take measure is cruelty’ or something like that.

That being said, I have not forgotten this place.
Seriously considering making it some version of a landing page for my author situation.

Ya.

I hope you’re all doing alright.