Julie Wangombe perfoms her poem, "A Poetic Reintroduction to Africa", at TED Talent Search.

Julie's Blog — Navigating the Grey Through Prose & Poetry

We don’t fit, you and I, into neat little nouns Or predictable stereotypes We’re ‘house-mates, friends, parent-child Completely different, yet uncannily alike We cross and retreat from boundaries ALL. THE. TIME. But we, both old souls, appreciate the same intelligent jokes: “The queen no longer bleeds” We love a good story Perhaps all the more when it’s …

Here I am, 3:43am, with the stirring sense that I’m settling back in my skin. Filling away fitful feelings, chaotic. Crawling back into the safe cocoon of contentment. Writing off bad debts. Forgiveness. Cleaning House.  Stripping beds of dirty sheets of regret. Stashing them in laundry bin with no immediate plans to use them again; taking …

It starts with a flicker. The pupil of his eye  like the wick of a candle being lit. Dim. Anger. It starts with a snicker.  A sneer. Callous, cowardly, comments, coughed off his tongue – you know when we were young, we once sung: “Sticks and Stones will break our bones” Who knew then that words, like nettle, could have stung us? Who knew like we were clothes and they were hands, they would have wrung us? Who knew his words would poke holes in the purple robes of your confidence? Leave you exposed like lucid prose and wondering if maybe you are something less than intelligent, beautiful, human. You know, there is nothing new under this sun.  Everything is common and so, it starts with just one finger being wagged in your face, as he shouts in your face, splatters specks of saliva on your skin, and holds back your wrist. It starts with the little things you’ve seen. Like that obscene way his whole body tremors and shakes when he is mad. How it causes his hands to tremble, see that clenching of …

Social media is fundamentally affecting individuals, communities, corporates and governments around the globe. It’s changing the nature of different kinds of relationships, and, to some extent, it’s changing us. Now, its potential, we already know, is remarkable. It can enhance public participation in national and international dialogue. It can ensure greater public input into matters …

Tragedy is always out there somewhere. Looming. Distant. We are not the headlines.  News bulletins.  Those things reserved for those people and their problems. Still. Death strikes us all. Similar. Blood drips. Red. Similar. Diseases, Earthquakes, Tsunami’s come similar. JFK, MLK: shot dead similar. Odd how life sometime is so sadly far from black and …