How I started writing on a notepad I got to write on a notepad because nako tse kaofela, ke ntse ke sa ngoale mo notepadding, you know, I used to write poetry on random pieces of paper, o kile wa…
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Two Poems by Mak Manaka
Leano on my mind The winter star of this black morning burns in flames of a childhood the ghetto cannot forget Breathless streets suffocating families living inside a mine-dump and drilling their way to sleep The ghetto knows how…