Eyes agog hands sanitised mouths muzzled we are front-seat witnesses to wanton antics of smirking imps with itchy fingers Th...

If I had my way I would burrow into the sand, dig a furrow into the belly of this land perhaps lift myself above the clouds in some ho...

It was a balmy Saturday when we buried him like treasure mournful songs lingered hilarious anecdotes hugging stories of remembrance so...

Death wears a multicoloured mask it punctually keeps its own odd beat it strikes like a crafty thief leaving us hollow and wounded De...

Trapped in a tangle like laboratory specimen for curious souls like a bird whose wings have been clipped trapped like prisoner that the law...

They say the oldest fragrance can be tasted by the tongue and be touched by the heart for it smells solid like wood like pebbles Some...

Every sunny day long shadows tail us shadows that cast long replicas shadows assuming all kinds of shapes shadows shaped like knives on ...

Gaborone Sun knocks you out and confuses your south bound ostrich ride as the mosque looms on the right and university on the left rem...

Drums must speak to our heartbeat in this journey of a thousand gorges, gullies and gulches Drums must rumble and arrest mut...

This month has a large mouth this month throws its voice A month that shouts back at all months gone past This is a month of colours p...