by Patrick Chiguri | Jul 28, 2018 | Uncategorized
Looking down the streets of Alexander from the mountain top of rubble at the dump site next to London Avenue, I see everything a man wants to see and everything a man doesn’t want to see. Like streams from an aquifer the streets are flooded with sewer waste that...
by Patrick Chiguri | Jul 22, 2018 | Uncategorized
The forgotten vote. A stroll in the dusty township of Soshanguve, a walk that marks the commencement of a new week. Shacks from scrap zinc sheets have a resemblance of a forgotten people. They make do with what they have in the now. Most of the houses have makeshift...
by Patrick Chiguri | Jul 7, 2018 | Uncategorized
I mourn the days of my youth Who can help me redeem all those lost years of chasing vanity? Where are the days I had the best energy, excellent health and the minor decisions to make? My closet is full of undergarments I so much despise in the form of sin and unclean...
by Patrick Chiguri | Jul 5, 2018 | Uncategorized
Am I the man you know? What if I told you that I lied and hid all my struggles from the beauty of your face? What if when I look at you I see hope unquenchable? What if all I try to be was for you and the reason I never said it was my inability to have you live with...
by admin | Jul 2, 2018 | Uncategorized
When broken meets fine, either way the results are explosive.. Men are broken in their childhood,their upbringing, their physical lack, emotional lack, financial lack , in their workplace and these surposedly strong creatures are sometimes broken in all dimensions....
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