IF I SLEEP EARLY If I sleep early, too early for that matter, Know that the ship that carries the cargo of my life Has reached its shore, to finally let me go...
Author - Moffat Sebola
PUS FROM THE BUS Some government I know Is like a Bus traveling an endless, nameless road. Its engine roars and roars. Its belly crawls and groans Laden with...
ROOTLESS I feel it’s worth speaking fair, Allowing my being full vent: I am proudly African! My skin shines dark against sunset, and, My eyes burn, spewing red...
