SUBSCRIBE BY MAIL


Dream of Being Nothing Died by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1] (a dedication to my son Jacques Mateya Jr) I was nothing. Despite my aid and abet. Selflessness and Sacrifices made. Still nothing As nothing as ant. Like mild breeze Nothing was nothing like me....

What is your name Groblersdal? by Jacques Mateya

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]Cities have names! Tshwane, Polokwane and Naspoti Towns and streets are named and renamed What is yours? Africans are called with African names What is your African name? When will you be names? Like all...

Going to Groblersdal in the Morning by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]There is sunrise here and there And lights here and there Oddity and rarity I look, Where the dark fades to Trees in Mountain look sleepy. And there are no birds of the sky in...