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A Dream
by Yoshira Marbel I close my eyes Light waves farewell An old soul relinquished From the clutches of a human vessel Torn and tarnished Visitor in an untainted world Like an innocent infant In a cocoon...
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Opportunity
by Aduaka Kingsley Olisaemeka A popular saying goes, ‘opportunity knocks but once’. Everyone must have come across that line before… Another not so common quip goes, ‘People miss opportunity because...
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Premeditations
by Okwudili Nebeolisa 1 They say they don’t scrape the stomach of cats, or spray a frog’s back with salt, that every discussion was a coin from our pockets per hour, and that we had to leave before...
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A Child Who Doesn’t Play With Sand
by Oyetunde Ekeolu Kazeem Even at the moonlight In the village, under the tree She wouldn’t come for tales Even holiday She wouldn’t like to play A child who doesn’t play with sand Gone stale with...
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Magwinya Woman
by Ndaba Sibanda She wakes up before dawn. Mounts her cardbox cubicle on the pavement at a street corner. It is chilly and windy. Without delay she pours cooking oil into the aluminum container perched...
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Crazy World
by Chukwuebuka Chibuzor Nwoye The world has gone crazy This is a crazy world Abnormally made to look normal A woman sells her body to men And she is called sex worker Her actions made to look normal....
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Are you not tired?
As my soul stirs to retire to its abode I sight the sun dawdling into the dark Paving the way for the moon to emerge The night’s darkness beckons The sun faded like a shriveled flower The moon gleaming...
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I want to learn how to read
by Davynovich Fidel He sat By the road side With a squeezed paper Trying to break head And go through the text Like an old man Struggling to recall What happened the night he was born While the morning...
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Sound of Death
By Sharon Tshipa They stood by the fence. The fence made of an assortment of dry thorn tree branches and the lush Motsetsi shrub. They were children. They stood a metre away. They were adults. They...
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Reflections from the womb
By Dejavu Tafari I remember- somewhere in the deepest recesses of my mind- the place of my abode before I announced my untimely arrival on the physical realm. My descend from Goodness was a time...
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