There are no more silver linings left South Africa By Abigail George
There is a wrinkle in the silver lining. We are learning with the Silicon Bank bailout that capitalism is messy. It is also an unstable force. Businesses are in it to make a profit while I work to improve myself. Now that’s a tale for the ancients. The weather this storm, I tell myself. Humanity, […]
A Talk with Abigail George
Abigail George is a south African writer, an author, poet and feminist. Her writing has been showed on the global platform. She has written extensively on personal experience, oppression, infrastructure, unemployment, racism, social inequities and the dire situation in Africa. Yesterday, we had a fruitful discussion starting by introduction; I asked about her personal life, […]
Don Beukes Recommends 20 Books
This week Don Beukes is recommending twenty books for fascinating reflection. Head to your nearest library or bookstore. When She was White – Judith Stone Long Walk to Freedom- Nelson Mandela Country of my Skull- Antjie Krog Disgrace- J.M. Coetzee Kaffir Boy- Mark Mathabane The Story of an African Farm- Olive Schreiber Moffie- André Carl […]
Dialogue Between The Formal Structure Of Trauma And The Poetess by Abigail George
I am waiting for someone to tell me that they see my value. Dorianne Laux, the American poet was a sanitorium cook, a gas station manager and a cook. Did she only find her worth when she turned poet? She was born in Augusta, Maine. Nobody knows what I have carried gently and otherwise I […]
Editorial
Youth excites me. The youth in men. The youth in women. I cannot help for that. It is difficult for me to forget. Forget is all that I want to do. I have a forgiving heart but all it seems that heart, my heart wants to do is to remember. I have to hold onto […]
Coming up for air by Abigail George
I have become weary of fighting wars. Of standing at the threshold of waiting. I have become wary of the experience that comes with the effort of sustaining love. I tell myself that I could never be with him because he was tall. Tall and beautiful. He had long fingers but all I could see […]
Commentary: The Seeker
To whom it may concern, Salaam. Good afternoon if it is afternoon where you are in the world. Dumelang. Sanibonani. Molo, kunjani? Go fish. I hope you are well family. Gravity has sparked a kind of unnerving stimulus in the supreme banality of the life of the leaf, in my own modernity, my cognition that […]
The New World Order By Abigail George
Faith can move mountains or quite literally push you over the edge. Everyone’s brain function and cognition is tested at some point. When it comes to paranoia and schizophrenia, schizo affective disorder and delusional modes of thinking in this day and age delusions of grandeur seems to reign supreme. I needed to relearn all the […]
Karen Blixen out of a storybook on Africa
By Abigail George, Symbol of Danish hope in Kenya growing coffee I put away wild birds one day and they returned to me as a cuckoo clock. There was the morning the sun fell, and my marriage failed, and they turned my book into a film starring Meryl Streep and I became a wrinkle in […]
