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Belated Valentine

Posted on August 9, 2018August 9, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

They chased the moon. Hand in hand. Sweaty hands squeaking against each other. But never letting go. Tightly clasped. Like white and milk. Two inseparable friends. Except when there’s chocolate involved. Or strawberry. Bubble-gum even. These three tend to break up this pure friendship, in the guise of sweetening things up. Why does anyone need…

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Two Socks in a Pod

Posted on May 24, 2018May 29, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

There lay two socks together. Two socks, not a pair of. No – far from it. One sock, long almost as if a stocking, was a dull pink with shades of wear and tear. Especially around the heel. There the pink had faded to a translucent off-white. Which today looked like a stained white. For…

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Deputy Boyfriends: Save Our Sex

Posted on April 10, 2018April 10, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

These thoughts were first presented at “Deputy Boyfriends & The Sex Revolution: A Debate” hosted by the CUT Debate Society on the 10th of May 2017 at the Central University of Technology (Bloemfontein). They were later refined for presentation at TEDxYouth@Kingsway on the 20th of December 2017 in Maseru. Herein is that latter presentation in…

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Rooftop Bioscope

Posted on January 17, 2018January 17, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

It’s a chilly night. He knew it’d be chilly even though it is still February, and he told her as much. But none of the jackets matched with her outfit, decided on weeks ago, so she dared not interfere with decisions made early and sober. So she ignored his warnings. It was summer. She was…

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Stay Woke

Posted on September 24, 2017August 8, 2019 by Mpho Matsitle

It could only be the sleepers. What does it mean anyway? To sleep? To willingly suspend one’s consciousness, giving in to baser instincts. No way people like that could be trusted. A person who does that is not above suspending morality – worse still; thinking. The sleepers are also wont to practice the dangerous art…

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Settling Down

Posted on August 4, 2017January 17, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

You should’ve waited for me. But you never said I should. Did I have to? Of course not. So you knew? I knew. Still you went ahead. Without me. How long was I supposed to wait? Forever if needs be!   Silence grabbed the feed by the scruff and made it its bitch. Heavy breathing…

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Send Nudes

Posted on June 6, 2017December 8, 2018 by Mpho Matsitle

So today I find out that my phone automatically stores WhatsApp picture and video statuses in some hidden folder. This I see while backing up my phone on the work PC. Now some of these pictures are very much NSFW – coz some of my peeps are very…uhm…liberated with their bodies. As a general rule…

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