Dream of Being Nothing Died by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] (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. Precious time was...

What is your name Groblersdal? by Jacques Mateya

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 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 Africans Are...

Going to Groblersdal in the Morning by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] 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 the sky....