By Ronald Tlhokojapelo I. i. Every nation carries its secretslike the red mist that billowsfrom the half-glance of the sunat the break of a pocketed dawn. This is Kopong,where the shepherd has penned his sheep,each bud has begun to sproutand the grooms stand; their flowers plucked. A land began to breathe.Clothed in a cradle of... Continue Reading →