Kela Griot My mother, Dipuo Maswabi, inspires me. In 2006, she was diagnosed with cancer. Two years ago, she beat three different types of cancers, one of which was in the fourth and final stage. While on chemo, she survived...
Why do they make us wait before they lead us? Make us beg before they feed us? Leave us when we need them the most? Please, can’t they cut us some slack? We have enough to worry about… The high...
They’ll say its unruly Untidy Unprofessional because it makes them uncomfortable to see a black woman with a crown on her head it makes them uncomfortable that she wears it so fearlessly So carefree So magically So comfortably these hair...
Our latest edition of Poetry Potion is about to hit the streets! Featuring poems from: Anthea Paelo, Modest Dhlakama, Christopher Kudyahakudadorwe, DeeAnds, Kariuki wa Nyamu, Tshepi Makhatha, Megan Ross, Caitlin Spring, Makhanani, Norbert Góra, The Motion, LeseLovesLord, Kela Griot, Ruth...
In my prop closet Between my skeletons, Next to my homosexuality, Right there, lies my heritage Which I wear proudly on Sep 24th Tshiamo Dice Modise is a being that practices the art of dissolving problems in ink and leaving...