What is my Name?

I could write a whole poetry book about names. I wasn't meaning to write another one... but naturally... here it goes.   What is my name? My name is a plea from my ancestors to God It is an offering It is a declaration It is a refusal to surrender It is about tomorrow It…

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Thanksgiving

Though we bleed Though we have been terrorized Though land has been stripped from beneath our feet Though the cattle are gone from our kraals Though the men have become tools for mining Though women carry other women's children on their backs Though the stolen African has not been returned to her village Though the…

Butterfly poem

Beauty is a butterfly. Spinning towards its own direction, Surfing on the waves of the breeze. Ever fluttering and fussing over whatever catches its eye. Teasing the passerby but most importantly, Flirting with the rays of the sun. Where have you seen it fight for an audience? Ever delighting, ever dancing under God's unwavering smile.…

One Year in USA

As of this week, I have officially been in USA for a FULL YEAR. I had never even lived in Joburg for longer than 2 weeks before that. What a ride it has been. I literally ended up in America because of a series of dreams spanning for nearly a decade. It just occurred to…

She said No

1956 She marched on She was black She was white She was Indian She was coloured She said NO  Strydom hid From her voice Demanding justice Strydom hid Under her gaze Apartheid shuddered Apartheid quivered Until it shattered She said NO 2012 She is black She is white She is Indian She is coloured She says NO…

Dear Mandela

We have no land still but I, "i," i am too old not to love you. I am too old not to remember the smiles on black people's faces from the day you and Winnie raised your fists high in victory, as though to break the sky open, as though to prove to the sun…