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When women are train stations

by Dimakatso Sedite I knew a man who had a woman at every station; each drenched in the perfume of her township, oozing with the warmth of the bosoms and blankets of their grandmothers. Mahikeng fed him hugs; a sea

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The Shape of a Man

by Dimakatso Sedite   I reach out to hug you  All I feel is wire I kiss the breeze of your  sighs instead. How do you breathe surrounded by hardness? Or is this the shape of a man? A statue

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When women are train stations

by Dimakatso Sedite   I knew a man who had a woman at every station, each drenched in the perfume of her township, oozing with the warmth of the bosoms and blankets of their grandmothers. Mahikeng fed him hugs filled

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Seventy seven days by Dimakatso Sedite

by Dimakatso Sedite   I once had dis babé.. I’ll be seeing you soon babé He’d murmur down my throat straight to my pot and seat of memories of tomorrow – but babé never did. Maybe babé got broke high

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THE ALAN PATON WILL TRUST


Botsotso is pleased to announce that it is now hosting administration of this trust.


The function of the trust is to negotiate terms of Permission and Rights under which Alan Paton’s work may be published, translated and/or used in any other manner, such as adaptation.


The literary managers are Warren Jeremy Rourke and Kharys Ateh Laue who are contactable at botsotso@artslink.co.za


All Permissions and Rights accrue directly to the Trust.


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