[tabby title="Poet Bio"] *south africa, we love you our beautiful land let’s show the whole world we can bring peace in our land they sang for peace sang to simmer down the blood boiling over and stem the bloody river...

i am that word in red, blue, blk ink mating pen and paper giving birth to seeds that plant, let grow, ravage and fester in your mind. i scribble, dance, twist and swerve across the page in the bloody rage...

The children of great men and woman often bear the weight of their parents’ legacy. They can choose to accept the burden or reject it. If they accept it, they could rise above and beyond or fail tragically. If they...

“Freedom? You’re asking me about freedom? I can tell you about what freedom isn’t…” ...Assata Shakur speaks at the end of the song that Common dedicated to her Song for Assata. What do we know about what freedom is? We...

I meet Naledi in her hotel room, it is the morning after she won that national Lover + Another Poetry Challenge hosted by Drama For Life at the Hillbrow Theatre. “It is Naledi Raba, right?” I ask checking that I’m...