As a published author and editor (The Girl Without A Sound, The New Girl Code), Buhle seeks to aid the development of literature and the arts in communities around Africa and to develop the legacy of storytelling amongst the youth.In 2019, Buhle was invited to participate in the International Writing Programs Womens Creative Mentorship Project (University of Iowa). 

 As an art fellow at the Centre for Humanities Research (UWC) in 2022 she completed writing the theatre production on the life and times of Charlotte Maxeke; the first black woman to graduate with a university degree in South Africa with a B.sC from Wilberforce University Ohio in 1903. 

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Slowly uncovering SA's visceral, deep history

– City Press | 28 August 2018 & Cape Times | 14 July 2017


“It is easy to remember a story that is not yours if it is yours,” The Student says in What Remains.


When I was cast as The Student in What Remains, I was very aware of how much I would grow as an actress, and how significant it was for my career (working with a stellar cast and award-winning director and writer is no small thing!). What I couldn’t have guessed was how the experience of performing it would leave me grappling with history and my place in it as a young person in South Africa today…

Womxn are ready for a new story

– Cape Town, Arts Portal | 13 July 2017


Being a storyteller is one of the most important aspects of my identity. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t searching for expression in one way or another, whether as an actor on a stage, on my couch with pen and paper in hand, or in an art class. As a child, I read books at an alarming rate and watched the movies I loved repeatedly. Essentially, storytelling was my way of making sense of the world…

Rewriting the future without a fluff of hair

– Grazia, News Column


‘ONCE UPON A VERY long time ago, there was a little girl with a fluff of hair” is the opening sentence of a fairytale for black girls I wrote earlier this year. At the time, I didn’t realise that The Girl Without A Sound would resonate so deeply in the wake of the Pretoria High School for Girls protests.


When the water runs out, blood runs thicker…


“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of discovery, it was the age of foolishness, it was the era of disbelief, it was the epoch of doubt, it was the season of enlightenment, it was the season of Darkness, Cape Town had run out of water…” 


The irony of the heavens choosing to withhold water from a city flanked by a vast blue sea is not lost. Trust. For some (read: the affluent AF), Cape Town is “one of Lonely Planet’s Top 10 Cities In The World for 2017”. For those of darker hues of skin, it is understood that some accolades are best reserved and served as wooing tactics in inflight magazines. We do not exactly have time to create prizes for gastronomy when our people are still hungry for food, education, sanitation and more… 


My maternal family is from the North West. It is a place where the weight of the sun clings to your back as you cross the street. It is also the sort of one-robot “no kak plek” that makes any other place look like an oasis. I suppose that’s what the idea of Cape Town had become to my extended family: a Mecca overlooked by a gigantic mountain we could not fathom.  

We came to the City by the Sea with its post-apartheid trophy-wife glow-up. We came with the hope that, in Cape Town, an endless spring of resources, opportunities and abundance would quench us all. Years later, we have learnt of an ugly but simple geographic hierarchy implemented during apartheid, governed by a mountain and determined by the biology of blood that pushes “us” to the very edges of the city. Coffee shops built on the backbones of our foremothers, the ebb and flow of a navel gazing “it” crowd, crooked tongues bending into “yes YT lady” contortions, non-priority queues, rented land, contested space, breath. 

For the majority, being parched is long-lived consequence of history. The distance between mokhukhu and a single tap used by a community, the amount of water a teenager is able to carry home on her back versus the woman who fills up her 4×4 with 5-litre bottles.

Water is fast becoming currency, and those who have always had less – who have been structurally excluded from the wells – are already accustomed to a vaskom and a one-litre bath. Such is the irony of history. 

But for those who are well-adjusted to water-scarcity crisis, as the water runs out on a provincial scale, the blood just thickens.

A teenage girl’s head is found in a long drop without water. A trans womxn is stabbed on her way to the toilet. A street is lined with the blood of a couple who dared to hold hands. These streets are a funeral procession for womxn. 

Such is the tragedy of irony. Such is a Blood Labyrinth.


In 2019, collaborating with the Bureau of Educational and Cultural Affairs, the International Writing Program launched the Women’s Creative Mentorship Project (WCM). This project focuses on mentorship between young, emerging female writers, and female IWP Fall residency alumni. During the conference, mentees worked with assigned mentors and IWP staff to develop personalized plans that provided structure for the distance portion of the project, ending in September 2019. An anthology of WCM creative writing has been published by the IWP, and can be read here:

the Girl without a sound

“At the start of 2016, Buhle led an incredible team of artists in the production of a story she authored to help young girls and boys of colour everywhere find their voices. The journey of “The Girl Without A Sound” snowballed – from a free, downloadable book that reached more than 2000 downloads in its first week – to hard copies that found homes of little hands across the country. She then went on to translate the book into her home language, Setswana. The book is now available in all 11 official South African languages.”

A girl without a sound

As an act of restoring power and agency to young black girls in South Africa, this is a story about a voiceless girl of colour in search of a sound of her own. It provides a catalyst to remind youn readers of the power of the sounds trapped inside them. A magical story about a little girl who finds her voice after a long period of silence. 

Languages: English, Afrikaans, isiNdebele, isiSiswati, isiXhosa, isiZulu, Sepedi, Sesotho, Setswana, Tshivenda, Xitsonga

Formats: Paperback, eBook

ISBN: 978 0 620 70329 1, 2019 (Second Edition), 200 x 200 mm, 52 pages