Look onto Chobe River.See a scarlet sun sinkOn the horizon. SilhouettesOf reeds and birds and treesAnd herds of buffalos grazing.Look onto the boats on Chobe River.See a marvellous sightOf tourists as silky haired as sunbeams,Downing bottles of wine and cider,Save the few hobby photographers.Look onto the jetty on Chobe River.Before the sight of a pricelessContinue reading “Look Beyond Chobe River”
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Altruism?
There is no charity,At least in this city.No work is done for honest gainWithout unknown added costs.Some call them favours,Others incentives.To me, it’s an insecure insurancePolicy to motivate workers,Who will always have a storyWhy the work can’t be done,Without paying for extra labour,For simple services, like fixing a car.It goes in for a usual serviceContinue reading “Altruism?”
Boipuso*
my homeland is a star of forgotten light on quiet nights its descendants dreamof life on stars of silky cloth beyond the heatthey star gaze with fermented grainnumbing their pain of coveted gain exclaiming to all who would listen“there is no future here”“just a clouded heaven, an empty promise”dressed in starlight a child speaks upofContinue reading “Boipuso*”
The Roads in Town
Sparrows dance acrossA neglected roadChickens cross its potholesThe pavementIf that is a pavementIs an overgrowthOf weeds and shrubsBrushing feet and rimsWhat was a gutterIs now a bushveldCreeping where tarIs erodingDrivers complain“Why don’t the robots work?”In a fury they drive over themThey collect the scrapsMight as well sell them backTo none other than the governmentFor aContinue reading “The Roads in Town”
Some Real Negritude
there ain-t nothing that-s black about meother than my clay-coloured-skinmy roots in southern africaand my distinct articulationsback home they call me a coconut coz i be white in ways i read and write i show no negritudeby which they meanhip hop bantu talk and strugglesince my mother is a lekgowa*and my education ‘private-and-prestigious’ my nameContinue reading “Some Real Negritude”
The Story Goes On
Happy Easter Everyone! I wrote this poem in October last year for an event called the Gospel Experience Germany. The goal was to share the Gospel of Christ to Germans at large but with a pan-African twist. I say ‘twist’ in the sense that the artists were predominantly Africans from different parts of the continent,Continue reading “The Story Goes On”
Hope is the White Dove that Soars above Me and Leads Me Home
My sister wrote this piece a while ago, and during our trip to Uganda, it resurfaced in conversation. I thought it was extraordinary then and still is now. It was a high school assignment where you take a line from a poem and integrate it into your composition. Looking back at it now, there isContinue reading “Hope is the White Dove that Soars above Me and Leads Me Home”
The Battle of Belief
Some people say The fear of God is the fear of death. Some people say God’s will is the fear of consequence.When blind ambition erupts in our face,What is left but a faceless dream,As it slips through the seams of Opportunity and convenienceIs the best life the right life,Or is the right life the poorContinue reading “The Battle of Belief”
Eczema Episode
The winter winds freezeMy eyelids close, yet blood flow cracksThe crevice of the folded skin. Tears teem down the contours, Eroding these fissures. The salty droplets sting. It itches.I try rub the pain away,But the pain paints my eyelids red, Contour after contour, Until my fingertips hold scabs of skin.
A Haiku, “Therapy”
Love and laughter hereDespite the fear of Covid – this is therapy A haiku is a short poem originally from Japan. It consists of only three lines. The first and third line are only five syllables whereas the second is seven syllables. It’s simple structure lends itself well to anyone who wants to try theirContinue reading “A Haiku, “Therapy””
Samuel Rubadiri 