When the throws of passion lead to life long regression, it makes for regrets. When your sorrows dwell and you pray for tomorrow because today overwhelms with all that was not. When you’re being the person you see in your enemies. When you are Satan’s conduit pipe and your sorrow is his very delight. When…Read more
RESILIENCE OF THE BURCHELL’S
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.Read more
It was the beginning of the school year in Gaborone; the girls were finally in standard seven. Kenalemang and Sheila were excited because this was the last year of their primary schooling. They were in the same school after Kenalemang was transferred from her old school. Sheila was an average student but Kenalemang was exceptional….Read more
I LOOK FORWARD TO RIGHT NOW
I look forward to right now and revel in the memories of the present. Every second of every moment tastes like the sweet nectar of life’s pleasures. Many have woken up dead never to rouse to the future of their past. I look forward to making every present moment last. As an expectant mother carrying…Read more
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
I do not weep for generations past I weep for traditions that for long won’t last It seems the future is bleak The young have morals far too weak I don’t not fear for a childhood that was I fear for the childhood that makes no fuss To play outside and climb up trees…Read more
Love is not a utopian ideal to which I subscribe My scars are too many for hope to survive I threw myself away in a ditch of despair He hurt me so bad and didn’t even care The pain that tore through me, are you even aware So I took it upon myself to wrap…Read more
I loathe the day I set eyes on you and foolishly gave you the inner most part of me Like a child who eagerly shared, I gave and gave I haemorrhaged emotion and sacrifice and gave and gave Foolishly, I gave and gave Just the other day I wondered why I felt so hollow As…Read more