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  • 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

  • The Spirit of the Hambukushu

    By Priscilla Makaeko When I close my eyes and listen to the whisper of the Okavango winds moving across the mokolwane palms, I feel the heartbeat of my people. I… Read more

  • Amorous

    By Tapiwa. May it be real, authenticMay I not beg for onceI need to feel its genuineRaw nature. Many faces have proclaimed their loveMasks harbouring grisly intentionsMy heart is tetheredIt… Read more

  • The Other Side of the Field

    By Neelo Lentebanye A letter to my younger self-and to every boy child still running. Inspired by the story of a friend. Dear Lebang, You were five. Just a little… Read more

  • I Never Planned This

    By Mirrors I never planned this… not the pen, not the page,Not the flood of truth at this age.I was healing in silence, suppressing the rage,Till the words broke through… Read more

  • The Hunt

    By Moffat Matenge When he left the moody village of Motlhabaneng, Choza had not the slightest idea that this trip had in store for him precious memories that he would… Read more

  • Battered

    By Lee Letsogile My body is not mine.I’m clay and he’s a potter,Bending only to his touch.On some days he lovingly holds me,Like a flower in his calloused hands.On most… Read more

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