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Tag: Botswana poetry

  • Moments of Silence

    We have known silence that swallows all sound eerie creepy silence silence after storms silence before pain silence that follows shame brutal grating silence muffling last screams silence…

    July 22, 2020

  • Gallery of Eyes

    In her mazy long life She has seen all kinds of eyes Narrow deeply injured eyes grey obstinate eyes ghost-bright eyes Radar-like glittering eyes meek burdened eyes feverish…

    July 22, 2020

  • Under the Eye of the Sky

    Under the denuding eye of the ever-alert sky we invented languages of peace Under the prosaic drone of jaded time We rendered neoteric melodies Under the threat of…

    July 22, 2020

  • Gaborone

    This city conceived as a tiny station was truly born in the nineteen sixties. The seventies saw it expand massively thanks to diamonds found at the edge of…

    July 10, 2020

  • Gaborone Sun

    Let us consider the harshness of the sun of Gaborone Gaborone sun may rise slowly but when it hits it hurls all to the nearest shade The virulent…

    June 17, 2020

  • Gaborone Poets

    They run around the thirsty city always at the mercy of an elsewhere, celebrating what they like to hate Pointing fingers at what they hardly see or rubbing…

    June 17, 2020

  • The Death I Love

    The death I love is the death of ignorance the death that buries one in fresh pages of everlasting movement between despair and hope the death of dizzying…

    May 29, 2020

  • I Know Rightly

    I know rightly that the day after tomorrow you and I my sister will be holding hands peering at the thick clouds that threaten to close our minds…

    May 29, 2020

  • Heartache

    This heartache of days spent walking alleyways ignored overlooked shifted defined ruled overruled This heartache of days of daring to restore hope twisted on the first day of…

    May 29, 2020

  • A MEMORY

    That cloudy Saturday morning you and I went to the Main Mall You and I entered a clothing shop to buy a sparkling red hand bag the matching…

    May 29, 2020

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