[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Nirvana The scent of reds and yellowsNestle into my nostrilsPeppery sensationsNudging my senses back into Mama’s kitchenWhereFinely chopped onionsPeppers:Green, red and goldSaute in curries and cumin from NirvanaReplacingAn old and trusted courtship with RajahWhereMama’s smile saysShe finally...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] once, a partition happenedamong a family.they saw the other’s religionand decided -they can’t stay together. the family was big,full of people in theirchildhood, teens, adulthood andsome about to die.the decision was taken by eldersand others had to...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] What if our dreams are parasites?Parasites we can only tame when we sleepFor our state of wakefulness feeds their need to make us believe?Make us believe that anything is possibleAnd Nihilism is just a concept?What if dreams...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Man in his wretchednessMuck and mireBirthed in flameAnd ill will’s fire. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Jason is a twenty eight year old man who lives in a small town outside Cape Town. There aren't many people there, but...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] ANCIENT FATHER – ‘Khazamula Johannes Tshabalala’ Ancient father of mystique,Ancient father of creation,A gentle soul, a loving spiritAn existence that has walked through the myths of time andthe evolution of the winds of change.Show me the way...