Nothing you can do About the raised voices In the next room Nothing you can do Except cover your head   Nothing you can do T...

I like a smile When it is late afternoon A smile Masking its stark setting   A woman has to be strong Even when she loses weigh...

Let skin that bears the colour earth speak surprise Let it secrete messages as it breaths in renewal   Let skin remember burns and scars...

Take it easy, my friend, extend your freedom within the supple wrapping of your skin. No need to be terrified.   Sit still and ...

Tell me, When will Botswana bees stop buzzing? What does it take to shape Gaborone’s sinister whispers into moving melodies?   Tel...

This is an urgent directive, patriotic officers, Take off your gloves, poverty makes the country look ugly No time for pitter-patter, fight to t...

After the game We drag Our feet to rooms of dreams we hardly own.   The frenzy The fever Gone? No!   Loa...

Wide Open ears linger to hear scandal of the sun tearing off cloth that covers our decency when walls reveal night’s secrets.   Who kno...

when sun-baked Gaborone afternoons touch this skin it hazily recalls fingertips caressing the slight membrane of emotions half...

when sun-baked Gaborone afternoons touch this skin it hazily recalls fingertips caressing the slight membrane of emotions half...