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There’s A spot I know of… by Khomotjo Manthata

There’s A spot I know of… Where there’s a balm for crippled spirits Where shadowed water slides on the sharp horizons round it. Trees in their Autumn Beauty Yonder by the stream I have looked upon those brilliant creatures Today...

The Taxi Driver by Khomotjo Manthata

I’d like to be a taxi driver one day       Drive down the busy streets of Johannesburg. Where rowdy taxi drivers, who are from all walks of life... Streets hostile that you cannot stay there       Drive my...

Chieftain by Yoric Watterott

Caged in spears Thrown by peers Aimed in haste Target of hate A brewing storm forlorn in scorn form Flooding these plains with its mutiny reigns Torn between position and opposition Wolfpack barking orders To pack my ruksack and head...

Perennial Journey by Yoric Watterott

There's this fascination with the emancipation of the soul The trinity of divinity handed down from the constellation The manual for ur uninstallation Freed from the void that is ur voice Life is only a part of life And you...

Singularity by Gert Hanekom

Last night my name disappeared from your screen it flickered flickered blacked out blackness cracks outside now sawubona you approach from my horizon closing closer closer still I am speechless Silenced