Disastrous word - Verushcka Garises

It all starts as little as a drop of water
Just to turn into an ocean of crushing waves

How much Does A Sunset Cost? - Jeremy Tiboth

Slowly, you were becoming indistinguishable from it all.
it only took a glimpse for it to paralyse you
i would have guessed you froze time again
if it weren’t for the golden dust particles dancing
in the sweet summer silence

The dust was here first - Vivian Tjijandjeua Ojo

The dust was here first
Mothers came to tend to the dust
and absorbed its clay shades for their skin.

Policemen - Mvula Ya Nangolo

Looking at me

That way

My baas?’

From exile - Mvula Ya Nangolo

From exile when I return

I'm going to beg someone to touch me

Very, very tenderly

And gradually put me et ease

I wish to feel again how life feels

What I Am - Undjizuva Kaputjaza

The most precious present ever presented to me

Was this moment

In which I shed a frozen tear

While drowning in a golden sunset.

The Feast - Dorian Haarhoff

I have laid the round table
and set the seven-bit candle stick, centre-piece.
the hour is late. the chairs stand empty.
the invited guests have not come
nor sent regrets.

Namibia - Mvula Ya Nangolo

I’ve returned here for many a reason
I’ll certainly live here for many a season
Like thousands of others I hear its heartbeat
My heart opens up when I am in the mountains
Where I can be alone with my thoughts

Old Woman Brewing - Dorian Haarhoff

in war days she moved
as heady matriarch
on powder plains,

Namibia - Dorian Haarhoff

wild west land
holster in the hip of Africa
strung on the studded belt of Capricorn.