Release me from this OBE state of mind where learning is learning is learning and delete, go to trash, empty recycle bin. CNTRL+ALT+DELETE replete with lewd commentary and fuck me for thinking that learning is progress without proper process. Because...
when I die, I must have no grave no stone, no plot, no grassy lot no sacred hollow cave no coffin’s cost to waste a cent no pageantry, no liturgy no marks of senseless sentiment when I die, wear shirts...
Mak Manaka, well known South African poet, is at the helm of a new literary movement. One that aims to remind us that “Our Creativity is Our Currency”. I spoke to him one June evening at the monthly Literari Stokffel...
I waited for Santa like any ordinary kid during Christmas, and though I had never seen him or heard from him, I still ran to hug our Christmas tree. The children played and we hugged mummy and daddy, sometimes circling...
Today I found a friend Who knew everything I felt She knew my every weakness And the problems I have dealt. She understood my wonders And listened to my dreams, She listened to how I felt about life and love...