[tabby title="Poem"] Oh! South Africa,Oh! The land ofmixed cultural heritage,You ask,What do I know aboutSouth Africa?I'll tell you,What I know aboutSouth Africa,Her walk to freedom,A long walk it was,I'll tell you about apartheid,A system that heldsway for years,I'll tell you...

[tabby title="Poem"] My eyes open like moonlight splitting the clouds -A haze of silence dominates my being,It feels like my heart will burst with blood-flowI try and try and fail againTo pull the images of subconscious back into myAttention, and...

[tabby title="Poem"] Little thingsbanal, not rarewhen you absently smooth my hairor the tread of your foot on the stairthose little thingsset them aflutter.When you callfor no good reason at allat the sound of your voicesmooth as butter,they sing.But it’s the...

[tabby title="Poem"] She went not for digging upthe narrationsof violence but for rummagingthe heartsof sufferers. She went not for collectingthe residuesof sea surging but for picking upthe sodden pebbleof lost memories of the tormented heart thatplagued the valleysfogged the hills....

[tabby title="Poem"] The memories of yellow- of kindness and mercy -are the memories of you, my friend.Soft clouds underfoot you roamed around likeJokerman from Bob Dylan's song.Now, the ghosts of borrowed shoes arethe ones keeping company withthis Puss in Boots....