A Collection of Poems

Thomas Sankara died for ideas which still live on today, tomorrow red carpets for red berets which can not stand upright weighed down by ten...

Life yearned for by multitudes A ceremony of the first fruits That causes both young and old To walk up and down

They lived by the amount of hope they had Life being the only time they had, measured by the rise and fall of the sun Upon the sky they call...

A tree was chopped down and the fruit was scattered

I can only bring words to the altar of your soul Yet sometimes I have no words to offer But when my pen sinks in the sea of my blank mind So...

Instinct told us to look out the window as quickly as the babyflies came out of nowhere. The sun knew to shed its glare on every curtain wit...

It is not true that creation and the human family are doomed to destruction and loss— This is true: For God so loved the world that He gave ...

You asked me not to make my words beautiful, yet you told me of gods who ate butterflies gilded with honey. I could imagine it, the taste of...

She says come in, Feel at home Her face a platter of unpretentious love

your lust seeps into me it forgets that I’m your child

A dewdrop in shade of slenderest blade; A foam-flake on verge of mountainous surge;

My Lord, Your works are wonderful like the wind drives waves of the oceans Your works drive millions of words out of my heart like echoes of...

Peace, Nintsizi, renowned for you chanting, your poems are the nation's bounty. No elephant finds its own trunk clumsy. Oh peace, hen of ...

I. It is the morning that I dread. Vaslap across the face razor sharps run riot on my head.

It is a hive without any bees to build the walls with golden bricks of honey.

Freedom is a man with one arm, a happy smile showing perfect white teeth, a man who answers the phone in Maintenance with a chirp in his voi...

The devil is a liar He will attack your soul Your soul will be on fire Let Christ take control

If you listen to the wind you will hear voices in the wilderness sounds of hunters going after the hunted music of afrika’s creation mel...

(for some who are in south african jails) 1 it is with the shadows of night when the sun comes and goes the moon comes and goes that w...

corner pritchard has a salon not wider than the backroom of a house in mzimhlophe