Death is here
‘He is here, He has reached us,’ I shout, ‘Hide your children and babies, Here Death, come on boy,’ I say, Misusing him like my dog, ‘You’re dirty and conjuring, vile and strong, come here… Read More »Death is here
‘He is here, He has reached us,’ I shout, ‘Hide your children and babies, Here Death, come on boy,’ I say, Misusing him like my dog, ‘You’re dirty and conjuring, vile and strong, come here… Read More »Death is here
I remember her smile, The gaps in her teeth, The way her eyes were squinty when she smiled. When it was sing song time, She never stopped smiling. Even though she isn’t here now, She… Read More »untitled
Hey you, Illness! Pick a fight with me and be gone! ‘You can’t see me, you can’t touch me,’ says Illness. I can still fight you. You may be invisible, impossible to touch, Illness. But… Read More »Poem to Zimbabwe
Illness, An inevitability in this short life, A dark fog travelling our lives, leaving behind cold, To avoid it you must duck down far below, But by doing so, You miss the gift that is… Read More »Illness
Grandad, he’s here I guess… technically. But his identity is lost, never to be found. Not only, Illness, have you stripped him of his identity; but mine too. I am now my aunty, my aunty… Read More »Illness
If there was an antidote, An antidote for death, everyone would be happy, And there would be no sighs of complaint. Just throw it up into the air and mothers, fathers, Grandmothers and grandfathers would… Read More »If there was an antidote
Shaking at a disco, Moving like a fish-o, Giving out a stench-o, Eating like a bingo, With a curly wig-o, Hopping like a king-o, Floating like an apple-o, Ducking like a minnow, Does it sound… Read More »Shaking at a disco
Is death a mean and merciless soul, As he is often depicted? Or, is he a kind and caring entity, Who guides people into his haven of hell, And shields them from the eternal Horrors… Read More »Is death a mean and merciless soul
About the journey of life. I walk in the sea of my life to get to the island I wanted. Rocks were disturbing me, however I passed them and walked to arrive at the island,… Read More »Reflections
I miss that moment to kiss your hands, Miss your odour and the crackle of your stick, I was so sad as you went away. You slept eternally with no pain. The heart whipped and… Read More »For grandfather’s soul