Tag: Tiro Sebina
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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…
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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…
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Every Day You Are Africa, My Love
You are Africa, my love A standing sentinel poised to breath life into every space you move in primed to colour the canvas in upbeat hues shed light…
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Gaborone Chilly Mid Morning
This bright and chilly mid-morning Birds tweet and excrete in mid-air Their frenzy heightened By fresh gusts of wind And swirling dust Their melodies mingling With distant sounds…
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Say Goodbye
Say goodbye before you go at least say one half of a goodbye before you leave only to look back one last time before you take leave before…
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Distillery of Love and Joy
These chirruping birds, this slight wind and these sparse clouds are our companions. They nourish us with priceless insight in the spaces between jazz, blues and silence. The…
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The Heat We All Complain About
The heat we suffer is in the tears of babies the stifled cries of children Whose future is snatched By grubby fingers Of those who can’t think Beyond…
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Hunger
Beyond the tiresome alphabet of boardroom labels Beyond the euphemised hunger of art galleries Beyond sham renditions of experience beyond the claptrap of platforms hard-pressed angels till the…
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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…
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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…