By Ophadile Gofhamodimo The first time is a sunriseA horizon untouched by doubtA golden thread of lightWeaving itself into the fabric of my purpose-That first winA seed buried deepWaiting to burst into BloomWith the rain of beliefI am In It to Win It I felt it thenAs I feel it nowThe heartbeat of the earth... Continue Reading →
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 source of income. Through these efforts the results are not too rewarding; she pushes through, regardless. Size:140cm x87cm, oil on canvas Gomolemo is an acclaimed... Continue Reading →
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 Just before the sixth hour of that Monday morning, when the sun was still stroking Gaborone’s eastern horizon and the city had not yet begun... Continue Reading →
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 in the township of Old Naledi, and because it did not have windows, she would not have seen the beauty of the hills basking in... Continue Reading →
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 old in me was mesmerisedHeld in awe by the true artistry categorisedBy your expertiseHow I loved your performance! You held a hoe in your right... Continue Reading →
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 window and with every few minutes, I have to relinquish an inch of my space and let her claim it. If it were any other... Continue Reading →
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 as white as the day he had bought them, and he moved deliberately, careful not to get any dirt on his shoes. As he walked... Continue Reading →
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 night that’s just begun. Each skin a story, a history so deep,A tapestry woven from promises we keep.Some born of lands with the brightest gold,Others... Continue Reading →
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 master-class being hosted from Uganda. Mokwadi closes his laptop, pushes back his desk chair, stares momentarily at the framed certificate hanging on the wall above... Continue Reading →
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 on the groundIt’s a feast for the flies all aroundWhile my son clutchesMy corpse, crying for his father. Don’t forget it’s your silence that killed... Continue Reading →
Petlwana Journal of Creative Literature and the Arts 