Starvation is my name.My friends call me Tlala-Fela*,I survive in a Zozo*On the outskirts of Klippies*.I play amongst street kidsOur favourite game is nix-mapha*.At nightWhen knuckles knockAgainst my door,I skop* skotlolo* under matrase* of my house of hunger. Born with-out...

Shhh Ba tlohela ba robale Ba phahlolle diphate ho fihlella mahlo a bona a mela dithoko Ha ba bokwe ke ditoro Shhh Kwenya modumo Re hloka kgefutso ho omisa meogo ho hema kgotso ho ana bophelo Wena, MmaLefu le Moradi...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Our forefathers fought for our freedom yet still we feel caged. They were able to retrieve the key, they were able to teach us how to fly. Now it is time that we open the cage and...

Salvadors’ Brushstroke Blew picturesque In Freudian Sex suppressed Subconscious mind Sweet colors and inviting form Destiny blushing As fate burns her tongue in trade I saw the drawers dropping

During the funeral Dogs bark praise to St Francis of Assisi. Township scarred ,crooked tails wagging listen to the hounds howl their adoration for St Roch When the sermon ends, and the body is neatly folded back into the earth...