All her life she had searched for the truth in being loved […]

The Child that Died

The child that diedIn the shanty-towns of the cordoned heartNo longer lifts her fist against her motherFor they no longer shout Africa! Shouting the breathOf freedom and the veld The child that diedIn the streets of her slain prideCannot lift her fist against her fatherIn the march of generationsThat no longer shout Africa! Shouting the […]

We Don’t Die, We are Killed (or the Grammar of Violence)

I will be walking along Kimathi Street on a Tuesday nightI will have spoken about homosexuality and oppressionOn the night they closely walk behind me Close enough to not be ignoredI will have had a few drinks with the other threeI will have listened to karaokethe good and the badI will be in a good moodThey […]