Kelsey Tlhosane

A response to my question :why do you write by Poetess Rochelle.

Words-the deliverance of the self unto the self. Words-the quite best friend. Words-the mirror when I am too tired to slay. Words-the crown that enthrones me beyond the seven kingdoms.

My mother says when I was born I was wrapped up in them. Letters, muses, symphonies&unwavering hieroglyphics, the kind that is unapologetic. Scriptures&typewriters all salivating to say something about me. She said I couldn't speak for a while. Ironic, isn't it?!