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The Golden and Dark Ages of Africa
Introduction: Africa, the cradle of humanity, has a rich and complex history spanning millennia. Throughout its past, t…
South Africa poetry African poetry
South Africa poetry African poetry
Montage: Bouctou Lives by Keoraspetse Kgositsile
Even nature at her best In singing her mesmerizing beauty With the permanent rainbow That is the wonder of Mosioathun…
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When the Deal Goes Down by Keorapetse Kgositsile
So now you have become increasingly reticent It’s a long way from the warmth Of a loving and loved parent Whose hugs …
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The Present is a Dangerous Place to Live by Keorapetse Kgositsile
I In the Mourning And at the door of the eye is the still voice of the land. My father before my father knew the uses…
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Song for Ilva Mackay and Mongane by Keorapetse Kgositsile,
Hear now a sound of floods Of desire of longing of memories Of erstwhile peasants who can No longer laugh downhill. M…
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I Have Been Here Before for my father by Don mattera
When the first sun rose It found me awake and waiting; Long before you came to this hill My footsteps shaped the land…
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Sobukwe… on his death by Don Mattera
It was our suffering and our tears that nourished and kept him alive their law that killed…
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The Poet Must Die… by Don Mattera
The poet must die His murmuring threatens their survival His breath could start the revolution; He must be destroyed.…
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Departure by Don Mattera
I grow tired and want to leave this city seething in unrest and injustice I am leaving… No, I have already left. Look…
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Talk to the Peach Tree by Sipho Sepamla,
Let’s talk to the swallows visiting us in summer ask how it is in other countries Let’s talk to the afternoon shadow …
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This Sun on This Rubble by Dennis Brutus
This sun on this rubble after rain. Bruised though we must be some easement we require unarguably, though we argue ag…