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Mama Africa by Yoric Watterott

Mama Africa In anguish we suffer Your sons crawling off pavements Malnutrition only feeding pain The sun is peeling our flesh Dust inherits our lungs The land is thirsty Only tears to drink Aids stalks the unborn Brothers slaughtered by...

Self-Conscious by Yoric Watterott

I watch him I notice how he leans into the wall, Sinking into the background With one leg jittering, Hammering morse-code into the ground I watch how his lips purse over the rim, Funneling down yet another cup of coffee...

Fallen Angel by Liya Bona

We play games My angel and I We play silly games Stupid games Serious games Hurtful games. We play games My angel and I We play games Of deception Of misconception Misdirection And presupposition We tell lies, My incorrigible angel...

The wind by Mapitsane Maila

Wind blowing from north to south Sun becomes fearless of darkness Love becomes mother of death Hope becomes matter of time Rivers flow in a wrong direction Direction without love and hope Direction without peace and justice River of red...

the courage to be oneself by Kgosietsile Dintlhoane

the courage to be oneself the coffee mug stands erect on the floor and take note of that shoe under the stool and my books lying everywhere – check this hard-bound copy of Rainer’s poems lying wide open like thighs...