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  • Umbrellas on That Rainy Day

    By Samuel Rubadiri Their voters charged the polling stationLike a storm they thundered: “Change!” Their feet blitzed. Their hands darkened. The results rained: blue blue blue blue blueThe world watched… Read more

  • The Priests Beneath the King

    By Dr Teedzani Thapelo When the king died, they wrapped him first in leopard skin,Then in silence, then in the heavy fraud of praise.The drums said mountain.The women said father.The… Read more

  • Madness Sounding Familiar

    By Noah Vale The first time I was here was in my headI’d say maybe three months ago. Today I lay on my bedAnd there was a man outside screaming… Read more

  • A Shred of Kindness

    By: Oreratile Gobitsa Motseosi To the ordinary eye which cared to glance his way, he appeared to be walking aimlessly in the scorching sun. Sweat trickled down his face, stinging… Read more

  • The Temporal Orgasm

    By Dr Teedzani Thapelo Every orgasm rehearses death. The body knows thislong before philosophy arriveswith its books and trembling explanations. The old French called itla petite mort—the little death. But… Read more

  • Mankgodi Sands

    By Samuel Rubadiri Mmankgodi sands testifyNot to rain,But to its passing. The ribcage of gulliesCup hands for water.The rift cries river. The Earth claws upwardTo a barren heaven,Only the wind… Read more

  • Bo Kojwa Fela

    By Noah Vale She left, but at least she left me with materialAnd since then, the ink’s been unapologetic.Batho ba lemogana loetong only once you’re dragging limbstoo tired to fake… Read more

  • Culturing Care

    By Amantle Gabolekwe You’re 10 minutes old and I am exhausted. The midwife places you on my chest and steps back to continue tending to me. put my hands on… Read more

  • Silent Voice

    By Angel Joseph I walk through the world with open eyes–Every crack in the pavement speaks,Every silence hums a secret.I wonder-Do they hear it too?The hush between footsteps,The story folded… Read more

  • Birthright

    By Kago Boitshwarelo I am the eldest daughter –Not self-proclaimed,But it is my birthright, I carry more than just my name,I carry pride,I carry heritage and dignity,A living loom for… Read more

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