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AT THE SEASHORE Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

The money-laden landlubber sneezes out the gold dust  rising like a cloud from the mine dump. He scurries to the coast …

ALWAYS A SUSPECT by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

I get up in the morning  and dress up like a gentleman -  A white shirt a tie and a suit. I walk into the street  to be…

KEEP OFF THE GRASS by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

The grass is a green mat  trimmed with gladioli  red like flames in a furnace.  The park bench, hallowed,  holds the lo…

HIGH AND LOW by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

Glorious is this world, the world that sustains man  like a maggot in a carcass Mighty is the sea  de-salted by the car…

SUNSET by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

The sun spun like  a tossed coin. It whirled on the azure sky,  it clattered into the horizon, it clicked in the slot, …

A LOST COIN by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

It lies shimmering on the pavement  like a drop of molten lead. Pedestrians blind like bats in the sunshine  flit past.…

WALLS by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

Man is a great wall builder the Berlin Wall the Wailing Wall of Jerusalem but the wall most impregnable has a moat flow…

A ROADGANG'S CRY by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

Pneumatic drills roar like guns in a battlefield  as they tear the street. Puffing machines swallow the red soil  and s…

A newly-born calf by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

A newly-born calf is like oven-baked bread  steaming under a cellophane cover The cow cuts  the shiny coat as a child w…

ISIDE MY ZULU HUT Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

It is a hive without any bees  to build the walls with golden bricks of honey.  A cave cluttered  with a millstone,  ca…

THE MARBLE EYE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

The marble eye is an ornament coldly carved by a craftsman to fill an empty socket as a corpse fills a coffin. It sheds…

DEATH THE TART by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

( Written after the murder of Advocate Dan Kutumela) Dying has become the mistress with whom we brazenly  carry on an i…

HANDCUFFS by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

Handcuffs have steel fangs whose bite is more painful  than a whole battalion of fleas.' Though the  itch in my hea…

JUST A PASSERBY by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali

I saw them clobber him with kieries ,  I heard him scream with pain  like a victim of slaughter;  I smelt fresh blood g…

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