Just when we wake up
Hear the songs of early birds
The whistling of the morning breeze
Just when we see that colourful east horizon
...
The dusk was dawning
Her tender feed were weary
Of fighting an endless
Unconquerable sand
...
(Extract from the play: “The Wait” by the same author)
Every sunrise
We wake our empty stomach
...
Research Officer at in Health Behaviour Research Unit (HBRU) at the University of Limpopo (Turfloop Campus) who published some of poem in both South African and international literary journals such as TurfWrite, Magic with words, Recreating through Poetry (which he co-edited) , VoicesNet Anthology of International Poetry and others. The poems in this site are from his unpublished collection 'The sun rises to rest'.)
Afrika I
Beat the drums fast
Come all you
Warriors
Children of the besieged
Mother Afrika
Lets stump the ground hard
& raise the dust
Let the dead know
It means war
That bloodstained
Old monster
Santa
Still continues
Flooding and feeding
Our seedlings
With that barren poisonous
False taste
Coca-cola
Lets ban the curser
Lest we parish.