Today one year ago, 1 May 2013, we published the first essay on Luhambo – “Embracing the Grey” by Sarah Hempel Irani. At that time we published essays or poems thrice a week – usually two contributions by friends of Luhambo, and one editorial essay (or a Friday thought) by either Siobhan Passmore or Elizabeth Viljoen. […]

A love poem from the 17th Century eripuisti oculus: oculos mihi redde, puella.             erispuisti animan: redd, puella, animan. eripuisti ipsum cor: redde, puella, cor ipsum.             eripuisti ipsum me: redde mihi! Translated: Girl, you have torn out my eyes: give my eyes back to me. Girl, you have torn out my soul: give my […]

I first encountered the idea of detachment in reading Buddhist thought many years ago. I remember feeling rather put off by the whole idea. My concept of detachment at the time involved a total lack of emotion, of caring, or involvement with anyone or anything. It sounded to me like a bland and empty way […]

Pedro Aznar, an Argentinian musician, once said that if you’ve experienced great pain, then write about it, compose songs about it, talk about it, send it out to the universe (I’m paraphrasing). I’ve always agreed with that statement. Revisiting grief when you need to, is a way of integrating aspects of yourself -your grief being […]

When I was 15 I thought I knew it all. I had a list of things I’d like to accomplish and I knew exactly how my life would turn out because I’d make it happen. It’s a funny thing, youth’s naivety. I just turned 26. I haven’t gotten married, or had twins or even a dog, […]

Complaining about people who always complain feels like shooting my own toe, then putting my woe in my mouth and slowly sucking the blood out.  (Yes, I meant toe, but I’ve decided to leave it like that, because the words that I’ve written below broke through the riverbanks, and I never got to what I […]

Dear John, I write you this letter, Man who perverted my trust of all things man, Of a war you left within me. . I pray God not grant your loins daughters, For we grow up to bear the sins of our fathers. Oh but your daughter would be beautiful, Regal years before she’s legal […]