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

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.