No Time To Mourn, by Thandiwe Nqanda

Think of the water, how it comes across as overwhelming.

This body of work speaks to the overflow of amasses grief and the different spheres it still breathes in, as there exists from it an everlasting effect. The kind that doesn't want to burn out and

Hold this book in your hands with care.

It is fragile – packed with words that have kept me up at night,

Words that refused me an escape,

Words that gave me only one way to release it.

I had no option.

I plead you accept it.