Africa my beginning
Africa my beginning, Africa my ending:They came from the westSailing to the eastWith hatred and disease flowingFrom their fleshAnd a...
Poetry
amid the debris
here they arethe unsungfather and songods of the blind who live blissfully in the dark here they areharbingers of a...
The Kopjie at Marikana
now that I can rememberlet me tell you what happenedthat day on the kopjiejust off Marethwane Rivernow called Marikanait was...
Praise Not That Scroll
We wouldn’t bow to that scroll for it is the genesis of our misery it is a paper dashed with...
ODE TO THE FROG
For Brother SegwagwaYou are a Drum OchestraSegwagwa an ambidextrousManifester ofPolyrythmic soundAmbigramsA frog eyed dramaA sagacious sageOf melodies beyondMmamelodi ya thariE-ntshoSegwagwa...
Battle Scars Run Deep
Battle Scars runs deep.I come bearing a disclaimer, I carry no sense of entitlement,Nor do I carrymanipulation,If you be asking...
SAYING YES
time and time againon the wooden stage floorwhen the maroon velvet curtain opensappears a man made of plankswith neat holes...
Untitled
When it is done;I will be surroundedby memorialsand dead souls.When the buglehas ultimatelyfallen into silence,all the namesin the vast graveyardwill...
MISTAKEN IDENTITY
( for Paris Mashile ) We were inexplicably mistaken for tree dwelling squirrel monkeys unenchored | indolent natives godless |...
