Poetry

South Scorchy Sun in Africa

by Nwokoye Emmanuel Maduabuchi   You might have heard of the hazy hugs Of the White Minority and the Non-white Majority, And how a Dark Void Blackened the Pretorian Sun in 1948. You might have also read Through the inks of fast-fading scrolls, How Sharpeville had...

Extracts from The Juliad

A materialist epic-social horror-tragicomedy-wordy film in poetic dammed-dramedy Render unto Caesar what is Caesars! by Kyle Allan   the trolley dash for years there has been this tradition of a trolley-dash; one lucky viewer or shopper wins the opportunity to...

Mahikeng, A Forgotten Place

by Zeenit Jacobs   Have you seen Mahikeng? A place between rocks and filth; streets with littered debris are the empty words regurgitated from the foul lips of an office bearer crashing like dense hailstones… the stench of transparent oaths looming heavy over...

Remember Nokuthula Simelane

by Sihle Ntuli   for daughters of the armed strugglethe ones pictured standing alongside revered black male deities,partaking in the same contestation for liberation,the very same undergrounds of eSwatini coated in the same camouflage+++++++also crouched down to evade...

Two Poems by Sue Nyamnjoh

have you eaten?   I come from a long lineageof proud and brave heroes. Stories of their greatnesswere passed from father to childwith the cycle repeatedwhen the child became man. His was the mantle of keeping the storiesalive in memory. All this is untrue. Well,...

Three Poems by Kalahari Marrakesh

A Turbulence of a Spinning Tsunami For coloured girls who love the spinning of a Gusheshe The distance between Hanover Park &Eldorado Parkis marked with asynchronicity of townships. Stacy-lee May spins her BMW 325i gusheshelike a trembling turbulence of a...

Two Poems by LLM Mbatha

  Operation Dudula +++++++I Just yesterday they tried To #CleanSAAnd now we knowHow all of it was a LIEBut none came to apologiseFor the damage already doneHow easily we forgetThe nameless unlucky onesThat paid the ultimate price And here they go againThe ones that...

Dit is die Stilte

by Chestlyn Draghoender   Dit is die stiltewat dit so erg maak;Die kommunikasie wat wegbreuk,elke keer as jy probeer++++praat. Dit is die daad van wegloop,van ignoreerwat n mens vermink. Die behoefte om gehoor te wordword onderdruk.Die gebrek aan vertroue in die...

Remembering me

(for Rhoda Kadalie) by Abu Bakr Solomons   When you speak about meafter my deathspeak about menot yourself say how I am missedfor things you didn't likedon't sanitize my memoryby outlining only my virtues let me stand between youand the line that divides usjust as I...