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!
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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
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
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.