The hashtags that the media forgets and their relatonship with our tongues.

On some days words come easy like flowing water from a tap – they cascade out of the tongue and dance around the atmosphere – shifting moods in rooms as they wait to be swallowed by foreign throats.

Some nights they are hard to come by. Dried up in our bellies like fists of different emotion that have never learnt the alphabet. We let them stay in us because if we let them out they may cause a shattering in the little peace we have surrounded ourselves with.

Words like;

“me too”

“Black lives matter”

“Justice for Grenfell”

Are not words that are light but they should not be hard either. They are heavy but they should be said. When spoken they should be felt. Do you understand that they are fistfulls of emotion that are restless in us?

They are not light

They are heavy

At times they feel too heavy for the tongue to carry.

But if the tongue lies dormant and refuses to speak up – should the tongue be called a human tongue?

Girl from the Southside…of Africa 🇿🇼/ 📍🇬🇧 Came through drenched 😂. Making things. I wish above all things you may be in good health.

Girl from the Southside…of Africa 🇿🇼/ 📍🇬🇧 Came through drenched 😂. Making things. I wish above all things you may be in good health.