I got here as the cold dawn was breaking. Here was a spot by an old tree on a small hill. Near its tangled roots, within the green brush, was the small feet-beaten clearing. It was my hidey-hole, unknown to any other human. Continue reading
A breathless Sax stood over the body of Bullet, Nandipha’s lover, his black and white shoes were stained with blood. He took out his hanky and wiped his shoes and hands. Continue reading
The new trend here at Naane le Moya has become, ‘New Month, New resident.’ April welcomed Busisiwe Mahlangu, whom I first met in 2016 at the CSP Slams. One clear memory of seeing her on stage was seeing her battle Ashley Makue, leaving me undecided as to who I really wished would make it to the next round. Black Women are pure magic, I never have to choose.
We were told the story almost every night during our childhood, I did not think I could ever forget it. I remember the late-night conversations that lasted longer than they should because mama’s stories are never short, they need time longer than nights for them to live in their fullness. Mama was truly talented, could make you listen to the same story every night without complaining. Continue reading
The home was once brand new; fresh paint, clean carpet, window glasses held tightly by wet clay against the frame, a space to move our furniture and our love into.
My friends and I make a pact, a forever most of us will never keep. We are naive and eighteen years old, barely old enough to have a good sense of the world. We are in boarding school. Well I am in boarding school, I got sent here four summers ago in the south-western regions of Limpopo. It gets really cold and lonely here, so you tend to gravitate to whatever human you can find. I am at a girls only Catholic institution, my parents had always wanted my siblings and I to go to the good schools, and this school was their idea of great.
His father’s death was not a disgrace because he was buried in a bush, his body wrapped with plastic, with one person to pay respect to his life, doing the digging and the covering of the hole without any ritual done or words spoken.
Nkateko Masinga was the March resident, following Katleho Kano Shoro. She graced with biblical titled stories and spiritual content taking us on all sorts of pilgrimages.
Here is video of all the fun we got up to during Nkateko’s residency.
The first night Nondawonye left her village, she did not say any goodbyes, not even to her lover, Nhlakanipho. Her leaving was involuntary, something pulling her to somewhere. She left after midnight, straight from a dream to the bushes behind her hut. It was unknown to her where she was heading but the route felt familiar, she had walked that path in her slumber before it felt like she was still sleeping and soon her grandma, Gogo, will knock on her door and remind her of her daily chores.