Oh, Father...
What dark and morbid thoughts art these, whispered on a moonless winter night, loud with barking dogs frowning at lost ghosts? What of the...
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The Minister for Higher Education and Training, Dr Blade Nzimande was recently hosted for a discussion on the Morning Live - New Age Newspap... -
Keorapetse Kgositsile The wind is caressing the eve of a new dawn a dream: the birth of memory Who are we? Who were we? Things can...
Waiting at ICU.
ReplyDeleteBaragwanath is colossal memory morgue…
Deposed entities awaiting a death call.
Rules of curses abound a myriad of stale faces…
Knees bent towards a panting heaven.
Portraiture of towers wailing…
Death knells unto the female sky.
Horrid clanks muse on floors…
blood camouflage marking tracks from stretcher wheels.