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The Waslap of my father by Rethabile Masilo

[tabby title="Poem"] In my palm sits my father’s waslap*,as I knew it would one dayeach time I saw him scrub himselfwith it in the zinc tub beside our hut,darkening the water with his mood.I wash myself with that waslap,wishing he...

Poet Profile: Rethabile Masilo

RETHABILE MASILO is a Mosotho poet who has lived in France for more than 30 years. He left his country, Lesotho, as a refugee in 1981, eventually ending up in the USA where he continued his biology studies. He moved...

Mourning flowers by Rethabile Masilo

[tabby title="Poem"] Flowers are not for the living, at least not their entire blossom;a bunch of bloodshot or milky or inky petals in a fond hand,for example lilies or other flowers that prefer to grow on surfacesof ponds in a...

Memory by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] The difference between a mountain and a ridge is in the way our bodies can sometimes press at night, the loneliness of the Caprivistretched in front of us like a sterile thumb. When we ran out of words,choosing...

Nigerian Novels by Tumello Motabola

[tabby title="Poem"] I know the quick thrill of a lovely dreamIt sets your heart in different places of hope at night:to long for sleep or perhaps never to wake at all.Imagine if those immuring trinkets around her neckwould shrink to...