I have a roundabout confession to make. I am one of those people who censors themselves quite a bit. Even though I’m aware that I’m an amateur writer, a hobbyist, I do feel a need to check myself in public. … Continue reading
When tomorrow comesyet it seems a chore,Count the many hurdlesthat have become a bore.Wring them for all they’re worth,gauge out their core.Serve them to the dogs,make an event of it draped in hope galore.Then count what’s leftand let the surviving … Continue reading
Last night,raindrops visited upon my roof to tell a story,somersaulted thousands of miles from the heavens,landed with a war cry during a most ungovernable hour.They trekked across red tiles,down the sides of stern walls,through grimy gutters,delivered forbidden messages,confided transcendent thoughts… … Continue reading
I don’t believe in writer’s block. I used to. But not anymore. I thought I had it for about 6 years. I would sit down to write and… nothing. I would force something, then crumple it up into nothing. That … Continue reading
Stories gather cobwebs when left untoldand grow distorted faces,become abandoned real estate,victims of lies and omission,forgotten homes, dreams, memories -lifeboats planned yet never built. All Rights ReservedCopyright © 2021 Tebogo Ndlovu PS: I was supposed to publish a post on … Continue reading
I’m on a trip with We Have Been Given Life, Cause of Joy and God is With Us. So far it’s been all jokes and safe travels, with the wind chanting the meanings of our names to remind fate to … Continue reading
She enjoys it. That there is someone who cannot be poisoned against her. Someone who is beyond the fickleness of human tastes. One whose imagination runs beyond a single, indoctrinated way of life. A supreme being, tried and tested against … Continue reading
They have come to conquer.Those thirsty to discover ushave come to conquer royal lands,arriving on our territoryclothed as curious allies. They coax to leave their mark.They investigate every nook and cranny,every specialty, love and indifference.They insist that’s what good comrades … Continue reading
I had never seen the colour greenSo he told me what it’s for:To bloom from that which we promised,To fume with envy when luck walked byin favour of another. I had never seen the colour greenSo he pulled up a … Continue reading
The Amateur's Quill 