WHAT IS STILL TO BE DONE
what with such confusing verbiagewhat with these abstract lofty explanationsmaking no sense / no meaningto see the way / our...
Poetry
THE CLOUDS OF BLACK ARE COMING
they have to darken slowly and ripencoming together | going apartpushed like gray paper kites in the windtails swinging for...
Africa my beginning
Africa my beginning, Africa my ending:They came from the westSailing to the eastWith hatred and disease flowingFrom their fleshAnd a...
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...
