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Gaborone Lethargy

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

What words Will give colour To the heart-break Of children Whose home Bears the cross Of demolition   For them, the ya...
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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 ...
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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 ...
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Gaborone Sun

Let's give a thought to the harshness of the sun of Gaborone Gaborone sun may rise slowly but when it hits It hurls all to the nearest sha...