A poetic contribution to Epigram's Anti-MicroAgressions campaign
Sometimes justice comes for those yet unborn, so that they never face the light...
As time passes, the music within slows down, but the drums keep on
Text of my spoken word performance at Sisters With Voices 20/05/2018
I wish I could catch me a cloud and sail back to my yesteryears
A Song for the Soul of Africa
I have always believed that goodness is the aberration in humanity, not evil.
We learnt to dance to the beat of our hearts, Feet stamping steady to the constant concord of living,
This is not yet uhuru, We cannot yet sing liberdade, We have not yet tasted ominira...
This land is still yours.