the music that keeps me up at night in the hour of dreams young voices dance to the distant doef-doef sound of senseless lyrics drums chant ceaselessly to izangoma who’ve woken the drunken spirits of their fathers the religious ones…

i am my mother’s daughter my father is a white ice-cream van that he owns and plays jazz in and drives off with for weeks rehearsing lines with his Kente friends while I sit at the back seat pushing back…

music tour so where to? dube station via the main road jozi fm on the left they play gospel and cheaters on thursdays i bump into uncle ray next to the toilet (they call the police station the toilet) ray’s…

by Siza Nkosi   He wears yellow socks And the sun shines on his feet His hands are as black as a cold lonely night And his eyes big as the hole in his heart His pride resides in a place…