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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 …
The money-laden landlubber sneezes out the gold dust rising like a cloud from the mine dump. He scurries to the coast …
He sits grim faced like a carving of blackwood in a peaked cap, clutching the wheel with white gloved hands, his eye…
Read the Complete Analysis Here I get up in the morning and dress up like a gentleman - A white shirt a tie and a su…
The grass is a green mat trimmed with gladioli red like flames in a furnace. The park bench, hallowed, holds the lo…
Glorious is this world, the world that sustains man like a maggot in a carcass Mighty is the sea de-salted by the car…
(With the Jazz Giants at my first poetry reading 22:5:68) Boom! Boom! Boom! the bass rumbles, trumpet screams, cymba…
Where have All the angry young men gone? Gone to the Island of Lament for Sharpeville. Gone overseas on scholarship, …
The sun spun like a tossed coin. It whirled on the azure sky, it clattered into the horizon, it clicked in the slot, …
It lies shimmering on the pavement like a drop of molten lead. Pedestrians blind like bats in the sunshine flit past.…
Through years and years of harrassment we tolerated his hideous deeds: girls abducted, boys assaulted, women molested,…
I know an old man Who during the week is a machine working at full throttle: productivity would stall, Spoil the mas…
Around the smoke-billowing brazier huddled four urchins, smoking cigarette stub and swopping stories like seamen telli…
She came unheralded but a welcome guest. There she lay a bundle of our jubilation whose soul fire I kindled in her m…
I heard it in my sleep calling me softly. It was my mother speaking from her grave. My son! there is no heaven abo…
I wonder why these pigeons in the Oppenheimer Park are never arrested and prosecuted for trespassing on private prope…
Man is a great wall builder the Berlin Wall the Wailing Wall of Jerusalem but the wall most impregnable has a moat flow…
He dripped like an unpreened cat tossed by a prankster's hand into a tubful of icy water chilling the bones and …
Pneumatic drills roar like guns in a battlefield as they tear the street. Puffing machines swallow the red soil and s…
His baby cry was of a cub tearing the neck of the lioness because he was fatherless. The gods boiled his blood in a …
A newly-born calf is like oven-baked bread steaming under a cellophane cover The cow cuts the shiny coat as a child w…
Faces furrowed and wet with sweat, Bags tied to their wasp waists, women reapers bend mielie stalks, break cobs in r…
It is a hive without any bees to build the walls with golden bricks of honey. A cave cluttered with a millstone, ca…
During my first degree on campus, I encountered individuals who sold SME data and airtime VTU . Surprisingly, one of th…
Read the Analysis of this Poem Boom Boom Boom I hear it far in the northern skies a rumble and a roar of thunder I pri…
We travelled a long journey through the wattle forests of Vryheid, crossed the low-levelled Blood River whose water fl…
Standing on the sands of these years, strolling on this desolate shore where the night unfold her eiderdown of darkn…
They rode upon the death chariot to their Golgotha three vagrants whose papers to be in Caesar's empire were not…
The marble eye is an ornament coldly carved by a craftsman to fill an empty socket as a corpse fills a coffin. It sheds…
( Written after the murder of Advocate Dan Kutumela) Dying has become the mistress with whom we brazenly carry on an i…
The morning mist and chimney smoke of White City Jabavu flowed thick yellow as pus oozing from a gigantic sore. It sm…
My shadow is a fox-terrier named Courage; it follows me wherever I go, it snarls and snaps at all gremlins that lie i…
Read the Complete Analysis of This Poem Here At the tip of a chameleon's tongue there is a pot of boiling glue to …
Read the Complete Analysis of the Poem here Handcuffs have steel fangs whose bite is more painful than a whole battali…
I saw them clobber him with kieries , I heard him scream with pain like a victim of slaughter; I smelt fresh blood g…
Master, I am a stranger to you, but will you hear my confession? I am a faceless man who lives in the backyard of you…
I. Introduction A. Definition of African drama African drama refers to the body of plays, performances, and theatrical …