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  • Creative Slave

    By Gomolemo Kgosimodimo A young lady is taken away in the sounds and rhythms of her guitar. On a normal day she is busking as she uses talent as her… Read more

  • Regular Monday

    By Dimpho Leatile “For nothing is hidden that will not be made manifest, nor is anything secret that will not be known and come to light.” –Luke 8:17. ~*~*~*~ 05:34… Read more

  • Sunset in Old Naledi

    By Shepherd Motelebane Motelebane Sunset came and the fiery twilight spread in the western horizon around Kgale Hills. Her shack was some three kilometers to the south-east of the hills… Read more

  • An Ode to the Matriarch

    By Rebaone K. Motsumi I remember the first time I saw you performPalpitations had my heart beating out of syncI wanted to print all of it in inkThe eight year… Read more

  • The Journey Back

    By Phodiso Modirwa The Woman Next to the Window The girl sitting next to me on the bus keeps shifting in her seat. I am sandwiched between her and the… Read more

  • The Courage to Change

    By Rebaone Ramonyadiwa Moagi cast one long leg over the fence, then the other. He reached down, picked up his red cooler box, and walked on. His Converse sneakers were… Read more

  • The Many Skins We Wear

    By Angel Joseph We all wear skins, so different, so true,In hues of the earth, from every view.Some are as light as the soft morning sun,Others are dark, like the… Read more

  • Mokwadi

    By Laone J. Mangwa After receiving feedback on his fourth draft, Mokwadi feels invigorated and ready to prepare the story for final submission. He’s part of a continental virtual writing… Read more

  • Don’t Forget (A poem for Sahrawi)

    By Cynthia Thanda As you click your computerBrowsing through the liesFabricated to erase my lifeKnow that I am somewhereUnder the sizzling sandsThat now suffocate my land. My rotting body lies… Read more

  • Later

    Akim Mbwemanga “Later, later,” I cried.Mother Nature smiledKnowing precisely all that’s meant to be,Everything her spouse had in store for me,“Do it later,” I said, unfortunately. Father Time grinned,“He said… Read more

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