* * *
The rain has such precise teeth.
She nibbles down the paths
and through the bushes,
along the gutters
and around my veranda chair
like a cat.
Who knows that she is gobbling us up,
swallowing us down?
When will she finish?
When eyes smell the stillness
and see the music,
droplets on leaves and stone
with the glint of fangs.
When skin brushes against light
like a large forest slowly trembling.
Yearn for a skull that stays voiceless.
* * *
North Shore, New Zealand, during the lockdown
A prince with dignity and determination
Prince Ngarambe’s goals are to become Rwanda’s first transgender model and to uplift the country’s youth
The EFF’s principles are unshakeable
Unlike the ANC, the core values of the freedom fighters do not change with each leader it elects
