The prince I was(please stop xenophobic attacks) The prince I was in the land of my own, a slave I am, from a palace to the dungeon, life like a bad dream. A dog was my pet, now my master,...
Penicillin state expense by day At night the currency of the prison economy Spread sheets make shift 5-star hotel Distasteful cacophony seeping through the pinhole Pining down hope On the sun rays that hardly Caress my skin adequately Midnight screams...
writing prompt… On Being Human grace dehumanized by deeds and words i seek for a higher level of understanding for this thing called humanity i search endlessly for words for deeds to humanize me to change me to love me...
writing prompt… Between tears and crying I trickled over Zimbabwean soil, its red earth giving me life, I could breathe again – and a voice took over. It was the voice of lion – roaring to them from a distance....
From poets like Ingoapele Madingoane, Nontsizi Mgqwetho, Don Materra, Lefifi Tladi and countless others, poetry was the potent weapon that exposed, questioned, decried, denounced and resisted oppression. At the 2012 Joi Book Fair we had the opportunity to reflect on...