Kundai : Conquer
I am incredibly passionate about deconstructing and constructing meanings – showcasing how these play out in the micro and macro aspects of our society. I have always been moved to share my profound insights intentionally and earnestly, driven by a realization that my experiences and knowledge, especially as a HIV+ woman are worth disseminating creatively. My writing aims to challenge societal norms and predominate narratives common to our social conditioning, to bring about new perspectives and meanings and ultimately foster collaborative “better world” building. This writing is for all who believe and are willing to work towards changing the world for the better in whatever way thy can.
My Philosophy
There is meaning
There is meaning (even if it is just the meaning we make for ourselves) so it can get better.
Which is just to say most things in this world are a social construct allowing for us to individually and/or collaboratively create the world how we want to, but of course there is barriers the world and life is in constant transformation whereby the good and the bad is simultaneous and cyclical. However, this cycle cannot suspend in one place as it becomes our responsibility to move it forward incrementally and even sometimes, we’ve managed to move it exceedingly forward. So, it does get better – if we mean it to and work towards it. This does not dismiss the pain, the death, the systems or bad along the journey but to acknowledge that even those parts play into how each of us, in our own ways, understand and contribute to the history and future building of our world.
Articles
Latest Work
I Am Feminist, I Am HIV+ and I Am Lonely: Reflections on the Erotic for Valentine’s Day
Even then, it felt like a memory. I haven’t been properly anchored to my body since. I only know my body for what it represents: black, woman, and HIV+ (and hesitantly, I could also add fat). It wouldn’t be exact to say that what floats above and looks down upon my...
OF BLOOD
PRICKLY PEARS
I didn’t know cacti could bear fruit. That one could harvest from thorns, something so delectably rich, red, a strange fruit. Black mother made for desert sun that even when planted in the evergreen, still scavenging, surviving birthing prickly things. Hair like...