By Pearl Mokgatlhane Nobody lives there now, but it’s there that my heart always takes me.The floors used to gleam with polish.The yard neatly swept by my late grandmother.The modest vegetable garden stood proudly season after season of provision.A fire always burnt from morning to night, a tea-set always ready to welcome the parched visitorthat... Continue Reading →
By Pearl Mokgatlhane As the first droplets hit,I find myself bolting towards the door on reflex.I halt as soon as I reach the stoep.Perfectly manicured lawns, and concrete slabs stretch out for miles on end. This isn’t my childhood… I am struck by memories.Rainy days met with glee.Just like today,Many moons back my siblings and... Continue Reading →
By Pearl Mokgatlhane I wondered whether anyone had told his mother she carried a bundle of joy,Whether the transgressions of her life had passed to him through the umbilical cordOr perhaps he suckled those from her bosom.I wondered whether anyone had attended his naming ceremony,He carried such a morbid name with glee. We sat side... Continue Reading →
Petlwana Journal of Creative Literature and the Arts 