What happens when you combine poetry with music and dance? A musical, right? Well, not quite. On 27 September 2025, at Molapo Crossing’s in-house theatre, Keabetswe Molotsi launched her debut and much-anticipated poetry collection Lessons and Letters. The event was not a conventional book launch—it was an avant-garde performance. Interpretive dance, live music, and spokenContinue reading “Lessons and Letters, the book launch”
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To Wait for Love
I know. It has been ages since I last posted. You might have forgotten that you subscribed to this page…lol. The trouble I have is one we know all too well: time. Life has a way of getting in the way, and the things we started doing with such diligence gradually fall into obscurity. WeContinue reading “To Wait for Love”
The Symphony of Creation: A Visual Poem
I know it has been a while since I last posted on this website… Let’s just say circumstance has not been so generous in affording me time for this labour of love. That being said, I would like to share with you a spoken word piece I did a month ago in collaboration with TheContinue reading “The Symphony of Creation: A Visual Poem”
Between homes abroad
I look out from my windowThe Necropolis greets meWith an eyesore of sunshine The morning in Glasgow isSometimes bright I see it and think back*An meine Zeit in Frankfurt N- and I sat on the train back From a weekend in WeimarTraumatised by the KZ in BuchenwaldWhere people like us *Minderwertige Rassen zugehören We sawContinue reading “Between homes abroad”
As a rag
Mopping after messes while dripping A frothy tail of evidence, saying:“Here, with filth, I am.”Soaked with soap and coatedIn pouring water yet discoloured With filth, I amCold and old and wrung outTo be hidden in plain sight. I shout:I am!
More than Autumn
Leaves fall they always fallNew leaves grow but never holdWinds of winter leaves them To wither and wander aloneFar from any palm or barkNo stone knows whose they wereJust as the tree standsShrugging its many shouldersWith its fickle fingers that areA bend from breaking offAll leaves know thisThey once belongedTo the canopy of treesThen theyContinue reading “More than Autumn”
There ain’t no black in the Union Jack
To the worldThey call themselves The United Kingdom To their brown subjects They called themselvesGreat BritainOnce the savages ousted the crownThe Queen said ‘Child, Become a part of the Commonwealth’Though there was not much Common in our wealth Other than our rich imperial historyAnd the trauma in a tongue We share, named after One kingdomContinue reading “There ain’t no black in the Union Jack”
Bussing in Glasgow
Not that I like to, just that I have toBus through Glasgow, enduringThe rattles of motion sickness, As the change of commuters Shake the bus as a piggy bank.I turn up my headphones But cannot turn down the smell ofSmokers, stoners and homes withoutDryers. Mouldy clothes waft throughThe aisles of the bus. I try mindMyContinue reading “Bussing in Glasgow”
Leaving Home, Again
August arrivesWith its cold gustOf golden dustI am cladIn its jealous touchGaboroneTo someYou are a black holeThat eats hopeAnd swallows homesMaybe I’ve dodged itThe infestationWhen the termitesRavage the roots of my heartFrom the urban shootsOf city lifeI watch my friendsStruggle under the rubbleOf the current recessionThey are made redundantOverworked and underpaidLiving paycheque to paychequeOr offContinue reading “Leaving Home, Again”
Serowe is
The land of hills and wind,The light on the hillside,Where royals grow tall.From great rocks aboveRest the legends of the land,Overlooking the village,The Khamas in marble stand.Below the Bangwato roamLike sable antelope.Spread as fine as spiderwebs,They reside in the city and towns,Proud of their culture, our national history.It is from this tribe,My mother’s people come,ButContinue reading “Serowe is”
Samuel Rubadiri 