Alexander

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...

The Diaspora vote

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...

I mourn my youth

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...

Am I the man you know

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...

Xenophobia is Self Hate.. I blame me

I am African, Africa is my home, and my home is Africa. By birth I am its citizen, through qualification I still stand as its citizen; via the route of documentation I am still its loyal citizen.  I love my Africa.. I pay my taxes to prove that I am indeed willing to...