“Prolific marafuka,” “ Awu Bountiful ninja,” he replies. And the entire group laughs. Who greets like this vele. Tumiso and Themba’s (T&T) vocabulary challenge is getting a bit out of hand. It’s been a month since they started. I remember because it’s been a month since uSma passed away. Tumiso was devastated. They were in… Continue reading #12 Tumiso le Kagiso
Author: Nomabandi
Poem #7
It was all available Not bare But accessible And not via a door mat I believed that I was giving And that it would never run out But now I know when I am giving and when it is being taken See the highest form of manipulation is not loud Nor is it wrapped in… Continue reading Poem #7
Poem #6
We looked alike but had different needs I did not know that distinction back then So I assisted in hiding parts of myself In declaring them unnecessary Stripped their value and assigned it elsewhere I became still waters that ran deep And took comfort in being silent In my silence I observed I looked and… Continue reading Poem #6
Poem #5
Some look at me and think “she must have heap upon heap of empty plastic bottles strewed all over the floor of a place she tries to call home” And some may look half heartedly thinking that they already know, as if they have passed this way before and I have told them my life’s… Continue reading Poem #5
Poem #4
My name is a souvenir for your stories Tales about how hiking is not really your sport but you climbed the mountain and moved what felt like boulders to get to the summit You forget that I was there when your lips would quiver like the roof of a shanty whenever you would look into… Continue reading Poem #4
Poem #3
I used to wake up in a rage as if the morning sun rays had been trying to tip toe quietly, but accidentally knocked something over as they enter the room I used to think I was grateful when I would feel overwhelmed at the thought of all the ways that the pieces come together… Continue reading Poem #3
#7 Thobani noKhanyisa
I’m running a bit late picking up Thoba from the station. Thoba is short for Thobani; her full name is actually INkosi yasithoba izinhliziyo ngawe. Thoba is the first born but her mother lost two children before she was born. Growing up, her mother used to tell her about her older sister. “She was beautiful… Continue reading #7 Thobani noKhanyisa
Poem #2
The ocean placed her hands on her chest gasping out in waves at the thought of love Love though common as sand Has ability to coil itself around a heart Convincing the arteries that it is a vein So you dare not pluck at it with the intention of removing it Believing, that even though… Continue reading Poem #2
Poem #1
To hold your gaze like the eye of a storm Is to attempt to take the finger print of time It may be that it was never mine to do Which explains why I fail every time I try to To lovingly hold your gaze like the eye of a storm Is to attempt to… Continue reading Poem #1
The Intro
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