Weāve seen it all, really. Yet, we still fall into the trap of a single storyāevery single time. We still think that we are either this or that; we canāt be both; we canāt be everything all at once.
Once my life was brilliant with you in it
When the Black man ruled this land, things were very different. You see, me, Iām the brother of the wind; I am the altered destiny.ā
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Once my life was brilliant with you in it
Dear Levi,
Four weeks ago, I buried my bracelet, my ring, and my baby.
When the sun came back/ I was a full tree/with all the room in the desert to grow,
I hope when they take my picture/I am filtered with bright exposure
The sun shone brightly as if the ancestors themselves smiled upon the day.
Stigmata on his hands/ a needle in his vein
When the Black man ruled this land, things were very different. You see, me, Iām the brother of the wind; I am the altered destiny.ā
The Quality of Mercy is one of the finest books from Africa, and with it, Siphiwe has positioned herself as an important [African] writer
A small portion of your wings / Housefly, lies here before my eyes.
Here eats young and old.
Once my life was brilliant with you in it