Unconscious Bias and the Ghosting of Black Bodies. I introduce myself to you again! For the umpteenth time, you ask what my name is as if we’ve only just met. This, before you proceed to mispronounce my name with no apparent attempt or care to ask how it’s pronounced. “Funny name,” you might say, as if the world revolves around George, Edward, Lizzy, and Charles. Your smirk of a smile is a learned politeness that concerns itself more with its appearance than its intention. I’

SHALdo This a feeling of big body whip With a baddie by my side The cooler box’s out when the sun is out The feeling of a million bucks...

"Last time I was home, I was tourist"

I'm a refugee in a country called Afrika. To all displaced lives, bodies and souls...

Lyrics to the first song off of SHALdo's debut music project, Say My Name.

in an interview by him with himself, he talks about the creation of his upcoming project, SAY MY NAME

Contrary to my previous assumptions, poetry doesn’t abracadabra-translate itself to music. Language and rhythm are definitely tethered to...

It will never cease to amaze me how the highly opinionated Zim diaspora can be. Offering no more than lip service when in +10 years...

Please address me as, SHALdo! In my social awkwardness, I’ve been complicit in the loneliness that I’ve experienced. A loneliness...