Night of Sadness

Nothing you can do About the raised voices In the next room Nothing you can do Except cover your head   Nothing you can do To cut the…

December 19, 2017

Late Afternoon Smile

I like a smile When it is late afternoon A smile Masking its stark setting   A woman has to be strong Even when she loses weight Even…

December 19, 2017

By the Grace of Skin

Let skin that bears the colour earth speak surprise Let it secrete messages as it breaths in renewal   Let skin remember burns and scars that run athwart…

December 19, 2017

Epistle on Skin Business

Take it easy, my friend, extend your freedom within the supple wrapping of your skin. No need to be terrified.   Sit still and learn to see through…

December 19, 2017

Tell Me

Tell me, When will Botswana bees stop buzzing? What does it take to shape Gaborone’s sinister whispers into moving melodies?   Tell me, how to dodge arrows of…

December 19, 2017

Poverty Eradication

This is an urgent directive, patriotic officers, Take off your gloves, poverty makes the country look ugly No time for pitter-patter, fight to the finish Your brief is…

December 19, 2017

After the Game

After the game We drag Our feet to rooms of dreams we hardly own.   The frenzy The fever Gone? No!   Load shedding Boycotts Huge debts Certainly…

December 19, 2017

Talking Walls of Gaborone

Wide Open ears linger to hear scandal of the sun tearing off cloth that covers our decency when walls reveal night’s secrets.   Who knows what is hidden…

December 19, 2017

Poetry Speaks

when sun-baked Gaborone afternoons touch this skin it hazily recalls fingertips caressing the slight membrane of emotions half-forgotten under parched under layers of Kgalagadi sand   This skin…

December 19, 2017

Riff on Skin

when sun-baked Gaborone afternoons touch this skin it hazily recalls fingertips caressing the slight membrane of emotions half-forgotten under parched under layers of Kgalagadi sand   This skin…

December 19, 2017

Gaborone Lethargy

When sun-baked Gaborone afternoons touch this skin it hazily recalls fingertips caressing the slight membrane of emotions half-forgotten under under layers of Kgalagadi sand   When poetry wears…

December 19, 2017

Monster of Ramaphate

What words Will give colour To the heart-break Of children Whose home Bears the cross Of demolition   For them, the yawn Of dawn brings Disaster that will…

December 19, 2017