I think I’d forgotten her

Whilst watching a random tv program I hear a woman pronounce the number six just like my grandmother Dimakatso used to. At first I smile and all of a sudden I cringe in horror because I couldn’t remember when last I had thought of her.Could it be so that I had forgotten my beloved Mme (mother) as I called her ,as all her grandchildren did. My mind flooded with memories so sweet and wholesome of time when I was but a child with no knowledge of a world occupied by strife. I became overcome with emotions indescribable and held back … Continue reading I think I’d forgotten her

Lebohang

Clothed in innocence driven by a dream when big dreams in big cities cause big trouble leaving nothing to be thankful for Desperation awoke the trade of barter from within her With each day’s toil, she traded a piece of her mind a touch of her soul the use of her body Failing to see her negotiation skills were poorer than her non-existent bank balance Bartered her brains for powder A powder that obliterate a mind once brilliant Her pride for compliments and company Of disgusting misleading strangers she was convinced were friends and lovers Consciousness for intoxication that would … Continue reading Lebohang

Lebohang

Clothed in innocence driven by a dream when big dreams in big cities cause big trouble leaving nothing to be thankful for Desperation awoke the trade of barter from within her With each day’s toil, she traded a piece of her mind a touch of her soul the use of her body Failing to see her negotiation skills were poorer than her non-existent bank balance Bartered her brains for powder A powder that obliterate a mind once brilliant Her pride for compliments and company Of disgusting misleading strangers she was convinced were friends and lovers Consciousness for intoxication that would … Continue reading Lebohang