Monthly Archives: July 2015

A Day In August

by Palesa Mazamisa   The phone rang. Mpumi watched the numbers flash on the screen, urging her to pick up. She didn’t recognise the number, so she continued watching how with each ring the vibration inched the shuddering phone along

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The Brink of Bursting: Confessions of a Balloon Fetishist

by Ray Gary   The very particular beauty of a balloon is inseparable from its fragility. For a number of people, most of whom choose to remain anonymous, this beauty extends beyond reminisces of childhood. A Google search of ‘balloon fetish’

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The rhetoric’s of Democracy-in-transit

by Tsepo Ndhlovu   When I was just a boy, Mama told me —Democracy and education ride together— So I went to school Hoof-hoofing hoping to learn At first; they taught us Afrikaans as a subject, And that was in

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The Smell in the Armpit Theatre

 by Mphutlane wa Bofelo   the smell in the armpit theatre mix masala of assorted odors white wine on kanga grease johnson & johnson via ram n maple jalapeno sauce & Mexican chili white stains black sores colored gore amusement

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Myesha Jenkins – Tribute

Botsotso would like to pay homage to Myesha Jenkins, the poet and promoter of poetry who died on Saturday, 05 September 2020. Myesha was a founder member of Feelah Sistah, the all-woman poetry group that in its time made such an impact. Thereafter, she was indefatigable in organising and strengthening poetry platforms on radio and for live performance/readings. Myesha’s work was included in two Botsotso productions – the anthology Isis X and the recording Roots and Branches. Her spirit as a politically conscious, jazz-loving artist lives on and is well expressed in her seminal poem Autobiography which was included in both these projects.

Click here to read Autobiography, a poem by Myesha Jenkins.

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