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  • The Hyacinth

    By Ronald Tlhokojapelo The summer solstice hadcome at last.And quietly crept throughthe windows of societylike an insidious fog.The rains being late,the dry figs fellto the grounda loose teardropfrom an ecstatic… Read more

  • Most Beautiful Thing

    By Amantle Gabolekwe You hate me. Which is tragic, because Gladys and your mother already decided you’re my therapist. Not officially, that would be a boring man named Dr. Matsheka,… Read more

  • Solitude

    By Tapiwa. If only I could build four wallsTo surround meA sanctuaryMy personal monasteryTo sit in silence and seek retributionFor my tainted soulTo understand this esoteric natureThat resides within meTo… Read more

  • A Smile of Hope

    By Gomolemo Kgosimodimo A dedicated creative woman whose name was Coex’ae Qgam, popularly known as Dada. I used to see her on TV back in the 90s and during those… Read more

  • I Am Okavango

    By Kewagamang Dakamo I am the river that refused the ocean,the wanderer who chose the desert’s ribs.Others rush to the seabut I paused,to teach sand how to dream of water.… Read more

  • Confluence

    By Lauri Kubuitsile Week 1 If you see her lying there you might think for a moment she’s sleeping; sleeping on the sandy bottom, her hair flowing in the water… Read more

  • I Became My Own Teacher

    By Mirrors I was raised where the cattle roam free,In a village where we sat under treesTaught to be quiet, taught to obey,Told who to be but not what to… Read more

  • A Dry Season

    By Dr. Teedzani Thapelo Kabelo closed the thick case file and rubbed his eyes. Another not guilty plea for another client whose innocence he doubted. Through the window of his small law… Read more

  • The Night

    By Charity Modise, The Poetic Survivor Wild dogs howl at the dying sunWelcoming the face of the moon. Dark sky adorned with stars,The earth’s ears finally know peace.Birds of the… Read more

  • To be Queer, Teen and African

    By Kgosi Aleck Ntshetlho As wild as it sounds, it is an establishmentlike hell, only without the sulphur and brimstone.In a region where tradition, norm and customs are the steering… Read more

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