Tell Me
Tell me,
When will Botswana bees stop buzzing?
What does it take to shape Gaborone’s
sinister whispers into moving melodies?
Tell me,
how to dodge arrows
of heartbreak in this countr...
Poverty Eradication
This is an urgent directive, patriotic officers,
Take off your gloves, poverty makes the country look ugly
No time for pitter-patter, fight to the finish
Your brief is to carry out bare-knuckled crackd...
After the Game
After the game
We drag
Our feet
to rooms
of dreams
we hardly own.
The frenzy
The fever
Gone?
No!
Load shedding
Boycotts
Huge debts
Certainly remain
...
Talking Walls of Gaborone
Wide
Open
ears
linger
to hear
scandal
of the sun
tearing off
cloth
that covers
our decency
when walls
reveal
night’s secrets.
Who knows
what
is hidden
in the
bowels
of the ministry?
...
Poetry Speaks
when sun-baked
Gaborone afternoons
touch this skin
it hazily recalls
fingertips
caressing
the slight membrane
of emotions
half-forgotten under
parched under layers
of Kgalagadi san...
Riff on Skin
when sun-baked
Gaborone afternoons
touch this skin
it hazily recalls
fingertips
caressing
the slight membrane
of emotions
half-forgotten under
parched under layers
of Kgalagadi san...
Gaborone Lethargy
When sun-baked
Gaborone afternoons
touch this skin
it hazily recalls
fingertips
caressing
the slight membrane
of emotions
half-forgotten under
under layers
of Kgalagadi sand
&nb...
Monster of Ramaphate
What words
Will give colour
To the heart-break
Of children
Whose home
Bears the cross
Of demolition
For them,
the yawn
Of dawn brings
Disaster that will bind
Them to s...
Poetry Now
Poetry Now
Poetry is not going to liberate anyone
Anyone from work
Its not something you apply to your skin
To look radical or democratic
It is the weighty business
of deftly unloading the wei...
Gaborone Poets
They run around
the thirsty city
always at the mercy
of an elsewhere,
celebrating what
they like to hate
Pointing fingers
At what they hardly see
or rubbing shoulders
they do not know.
...