It’s a funny thing when a struggle endsand you realiseyou’ve forgottenhow not to struggle,how not to be tense and alert,how not to constantly scan horizons for enemies;and-when a good thingis looking you in the eye-how to open your armsand welcome … Continue reading
Remember the timeyou used to steal glances at me,your almond eyes quietly presumingmy ungovernable nature?-yet I wasn’t much of a rebel.Remember when we were courteousyet sworn opposites?Now we talk about back then as if we knewwe’d end up sitting side … Continue reading
It’s uncanny how differently they are seen,given whatever angle… One sees a jungle of servants, vessels molded for utility,modeled for pleasure-edited here and there to breathe the optimal result.They must smile when expected,express gleeful surprise given the appropriate trigger.They must … Continue reading
It’s a pleasure to witness your happybut not as much as it is to observe your fulfilledwithin the most mundane of moments,within the act of being you,when you’re almost alone,amongst the absence of thosewho think they know you,they for whom … Continue reading
It’s not my fault that you lieand make my dreams responsiblefor what you could not do.But then again,your anger -the oasis of heatrising from your pain-is all you’ve made room for… All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2021 Tebogo Ndlovu
We’re not adults. We are phantoms of our former child-selves, built up over the years because you are supposed to be good to children, then torn down over time because that’s what you do when they look older. All Rights … Continue reading
… and yet somewhere,amongst our varying lives,is a world in which we don’t cradle a man’s ego as if it’s what we were born for. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2021 Tebogo Ndlovu
No.No need to rehash the past,to hear an apology,to roll out punishment,to unload my side of the storyin order to move on. Close the door behind yousilently or otherwise.Our actions,they speak for themselves. There doesn’t have to be a haloinnocently … Continue reading
…but it’s not always for the love of chaos,or for applause from the apathetic,…not for ushering in a new seasonby force or fire,or getting the gods to sit up-finally notice their existence.Those who may be a trifle too much,don’t always … Continue reading
The Amateur's Quill 