Mosa MahlabaBy The Time You Read This …I sit at the table, my fingers buried in the roots of my hair and it hits me that the clay of my life will never become a vase; I am…Jun 22, 2015Jun 22, 2015
Mosa MahlabaLooking For More HeroesIn a world where more often than not up is down and silence sound, it is easy for one to lose their way in the maze we call life. The more…Jun 5, 2015Jun 5, 2015
Mosa MahlabaMaybe Today.The voices in my head are sounding more than usual today. So many noises I cannot even think straight. So many nosies my ears burn.Apr 28, 2015Apr 28, 2015
Mosa MahlabaMade of BlackMy ancestors struggle deluges my pigmentation turning it darkMar 31, 2015Mar 31, 2015