Poetry

Things men do;E’en when they do-Sleep will neverEver be tethered! Remembering Basorun Gbada;Who not only battered;Our fine economy;Into a ponmonomy! His unrelenting abracadabra;A unique democratia;Strong as a rope;Ends in a mope! Endless killings;Always fleecing;Turning us to mumu;Easy preys for voodoo! Disloyal to a fault;Journalist bomb burnt;His cup overfilled;With lots of spit! Like malgovernment;And annulment! His…

Powerful moments at the conclusion of the Gauteng International Book Festival 2023 in Soweto as the Sol Plaatje European Union finalists share their poetry with a full house. Congratulations Abigail George for taking first prize!

I am alone. I stand alone. I achieved it. I am excellent.  But poets, what do you believe in? There are days when  I am not myself. When I speak terrible Czech. Mouthing,  ‘I need you’. The trajectory shifts. I find arrows in  my right hand. My sister is not here. I testify my heart…

You’re fog. You’re a psychoanalyst. You’re a cell,  a wilderness that knows to formulate the razor sharp  reckoning of night feeding, swimming in the abyss of  the lake with your tongue of grief and I look to your  future and the steps you have taken with tokenism, with  certainty. I find this stressful. I have…

We are living in a Renaissance, the African Renaissance. Attachment to the anticipation for the future arises from having high levels of a false construct that is held deeply within our core, where our personality resides, and rooted in our consciousness. Addiction arises from need, the need for freedom. The addict needs love. They get…

Igboro o r’erin;So, so tight;Fail to solve within;Look for help abroad! Just as malu;Journeys abroad;Only to return;As corn beef! Fail we to see futility;Of forced unity;We’re goaded on;With machine gun! Forced to sign;Unrepresentative constitution;That’s our problem;Spit out like phlegm! From PDP;Papa Deceive Pikin;To APC;A banned drug! Need we new worth;From new thought! @as 081119