Forests of dark coily hair jerseyed
Into the fabric of my immigrant life
Understanding what is my ground
Something that’s not yours to name.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR
Forests of dark coily hair jerseyed
Into the fabric of my immigrant life
Understanding what is my ground
Something that’s not yours to name.
Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.
NOMZI KUMALO 
Love this! Thanks for visiting my blog and I’m so glad to have discovered yours.
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Indeed. Exciting times Unathi. And you are most welcome. 😀
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Beautiful, and primal. 🙂
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Primal, what a generous adjective. I am humbled.
On the surface, I will no longer change the texture of my hair, straightening it and all sorts to make other people relax. So should my hair look rich, wild, dirty, magical or remind one of poverty, that is no longer my burden. Thank you for the support Celestine. 🙂
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Beautiful darling!
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Thank you Connie dear 🙂 I am so glad that you took the time to pop by. 🙂
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