Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Moon by Mgcini Nyoni


Some say they
see an old woman carrying firewood
when they look at the moon
Some see a naughty rabbit.
When I look at the moon
I see you
Sometimes holding my heart
in your left hand
and laughing.
Sometimes
I see your perfect smile
and a dark rain cloud
happens to pass by
and I can’t see you.
Sometimes you are just
a tiny little crescent 
and I can barely see you
Sometimes the sky
is blue and pleasant
but the moon is not there
and I cannot see you.
Some see a naughty rabbit
Some see an old woman
But I see you
In the moon

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Needless Anguish by Martha Ndlovu-Nyoni



A little on the big
side
A bit more flesh
on the hips
and stomach
so she gorges
on lemons
every morning
to shed a bit
of weight
a lot of weight actually
Not knowing
she is okay as she is!

Ten Years Across The Limpopo by Mgcini Nyoni



After ten years 
across the Limpopo
what he brought back home is this:
A fruit knife
known as okapi
The clothes on his back
A small radio
and the deadly
disease that’s doggedly
eating him.
Delirious mumblings
of  a good time
in Jozi
The delicious
Chocolate brown
Mzansi thighs.
In rare coherent moments
he talks of
getting stung
in between the thighs
of  beautiful
money squandering Mzansi women
In tears mama says
he should have come earlier
and gotten on the program
like the girl next door
After ten years
Across the Limpopo
All he brought
is the disease sending him to his grave

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Fight Night by T.S Majoni


All dressed up and ready for skill
Why don’t you come closer in for the kill…
Tonight I’mma do whatever you will
And be rest assured I won’t charge a hefty bill…
So come on over baby, I can’t keep still.
Come introduce your hard Jack to my wet Jill…
Cause all she really needs is your heavy, thick spill.
I am only joking man, just wanted to give you a chill,
But then again maybe I did it for my sexual thrill…
So all I'm waiting for now is for you to come here and drill

Monday, July 4, 2011

When I Brought Her Home by Rinzu Rajan



They called me a domineering dame
only because I refused to respect
the rule made for a woman
a cook, cleaner and baby machine
I couldn't have been
as Napoleon once wrongly said.
Never could I see men
as masters or a marriage
as mandatory
and I didn't mind if that made me
rude, arrogant or a vagabond.

And in a bid to stand straight
in my spine, for unsolicited advice
about matrimony was commonplace
etched on every inch of the wall
around my debris.
One May morning she came home
that cherub of a creature with
a glittering glaze and a sparkling smile
they protested at my decision
which they say is a folly of an error
I chose to change diapers
and sing lullabies to a parent-less progeny
rather than for the work of my womb
why still remains a question
perhaps it was my own way
of thanking the Almighty
for not rejecting me in refusal like her.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Requisition of Hope by Arielle Yaffe


We've got our lives to live
In spite of the memories we have
More painful than shattered limbs
Late at night, waking in tears
All those thoughts and too many years
Forced labour and depravation of youth
A thousand words cannot recount
The torturous moments by which we were bound
 
Our wishes are simple and often denied
The wish to be loved and granted respect
A little humanity would not go astray
Find a little empathy, forget about sympathy
Cause sympathy sees, but does not feel
And empathy knows the depth of what's real
All the things you said, all the things you did
Can never outweight... The beauty of what we've  become.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Insanity by Mgcini Nyoni


Insanity is
trudging the same
old path
bearing the same
old words
in search
of the same
old poisoned well
that has led
to the growth
of the ARV industry

Friday, June 17, 2011

Baling Wire by John Tustin

Gather up my love
like errant laundry
in your arms
and use an amalgam
of baling wire, paper clips
and bubble gum
to bind it into a tight ball.
Then toss the ball
into the darkest corner
of your heart
if you are not ready
for it.
I will wait for you.
I need to fight some ten-rounders.
I need to get swept overboard.
I need to get sideswiped in the gutter.
I need to find things
and lose things,
alone.
As the time passes,
my love may grow to hatred
and then back to love.
But I will wait.
Malnourished, malformed,
I will wait.
When you are ready,
retrieve that ball
of love, bubble gum,
paper clips
and baling wire
from its neglected corner
away from the light.
Unwrap it.
A love will be released
that is
dirty, damp, useless,
hazardous,
overwhelming.
For you.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Idle Curiosities? by Mgcini Nyoni



What’s underneath the towel?
You know?
as she sweeps the yard
in the morning
Nothing?
Lacy panties?
She smiled at me
does she want me?
We are all victims
of ‘idle’ curiosities.

Friday, June 10, 2011

So Much For Our Wars by Thandeka Gonde

Photo by Resta Nyamwanza

We’ve made our marks on the land
So they know we’re here to stay
We’ve strained our muscles taut
So they see how tough it can get
We’ll tug to the last ounce of strength
To prove how right we are
We’ll make them come to us
Our perspectives are better
We’ll make them cross the line
To prove they were wrong all the while
We’ll not cry like them
because we’ve always been stronger
We’ll tug with a grin on our faces
Because we’re in control
Of just one end of the same age-old rope.


Monday, June 6, 2011

The Half Naked Gardener by Mountjoy Mkhando


I was once a half naked gardener
I planted worms instead of flowers
The owner of the house
was so furious with me
he chased me wielding a stick

And then I went to another house
and there
I was welcome with great gusto
They told me
I was the only man in the house

I thought of planting sperms
instead of green vegetables
I thought of X and Y chromosomes
and the uterus
with a silver lining
I ended up chopping off all tomatoes
that were ripe and selling them
To blind nuns of Sibantukodwa Mission
They showed me their petticoats instead

My employer, seething and fuming
told me to go back
And come back a changed man
"repent at Vundu!"
"repent at Vundu!"

And don't repent at the
Ministry of labour and Social Welfare
Because your father was once a worker
and also used to be an employee at the same place;
that is all I have to say!!
Said the official

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