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 boy with dust-coated heels and a wild imagination, growing up in Mosetse village, where the air always smelled of wood-smoke and cow dung. You often... Continue Reading →
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 days I’m an autumn leaf crackling under his firm grip,He sews me with half baked promises, and feeds me apologies that pile up on my... Continue Reading →
By Cynthia Thanda Dear Dunya, I spent countless hours drafting this letter. I didn't even know whether to pen it as a letter or as a poignant entry within my diary's sacred pages. You are well aware of my lifelong ardour for the written word and my aspiration to be Amir Nour. Alas, fate took... Continue Reading →
Petlwana Journal of Creative Literature and the Arts 