By Sethunya Hlobisa Matsie We're in brown and red.When she said read, I spelt.My words coming anchored withinShame tinted cords.Sinking in my seat.Bala! Swallowing breaths and snickering.Muffled laughs breaking the stiff silence.Time is a conspirator,Private schooling accent a dagger,Sweat wetting my white shirt.Bala! At the full stop, I exhale.And pause to listen to my neighbourSpelling... Continue Reading →

By Sethunya Hlobisa Matsie The kitchen where you stand, Pots hot and stoves ablaze, With spices you incite, A mouthful of tongues that dance. The plants in your garden, Gently pruned, tenderly grown. The children who obey your commands, Are your gift to this earth. A bowl of honour, Set apart for life's commemoration. Those... Continue Reading →