this week’s writing prompt: One leg in Another leg out Tight me out… These are the opening lines of Botsotso a poem by Isabella Motadinyane (New Coin Vol 30 No. 1). This is the poem that inspired the naming of Botsotso...
As I land, You hold my hand As I fall, You stand me tall You opened my eyes Removed my icecap of blindness To expose my inner core And showed me that I’m worth so much more As I bend,...
I have walked a long way On the way to freedom, yearning to feel light Amidst the crowds in a bazaar The urchins running along me Along the fields, across the forest, I have walked the lonely paths My own...
“I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe,” he says, and they don’t believe him, or anyone else, although they pretend, being well brought up. Under the desks they are fingering their smartphones, speaking to friends not present or sitting a...
Inspector came to school, Mother. He asked them about me. What did Inspector ask, Child? He asked about attendance Mother; why I came not to school. Saw he not the club-foot, Child? I told him of the club-foot, Mother, and...