When the throws of passion lead to life long regression, it makes for regrets. When your sorrows dwell and youContinue reading
As Ntatemogolo finished his sentence, he looked down to see that the herd had reached the edge of the dried Lake Makgadikgadi. With his hoof he scratched the sandy river bed and felt pride well up in his heart. It was always amazing to him that even with very little and with even less water, the herd had come as far as it had. It was not as if there were millions and millions of Zebra and on the grand scheme of things, they did not possess that much wealth. But somehow regardless of obstacles, the herd had put the good of the tribe above personal, selfish gain and worked toward uplifting the herd.Continue reading
It was the beginning of the school year in Gaborone; the girls were finally in standard seven. Kenalemang and SheilaContinue reading
I look forward to right now and revel in the memories of the present. Every second of every moment tastesContinue reading
My dress was bunched around my waist and I lay exposed to this brawny man of West African descent. He had the typical features of a man from that area of Africa, strong
presence of nose, coffee skin tone and a head that was flat at the back. He was what we would call a ‘lekwerekwere’.
“I’m going to put…” he thrust his fingers roughly into me, “… four inside.”
I shut my eyes tightly, grimacing at his sudden invasion of my body. He didn’t bother to use
any form of lubrication nor did he have any gloves on.
I do not weep for generations past I weep for traditions that for long won’t last It seems the futureContinue reading
Love is not a utopian ideal to which I subscribe My scars are too many for hope to survive IContinue reading
I loathe the day I set eyes on you and foolishly gave you the inner most part of me LikeContinue reading