Poems from ngopes
Late afternoon,
I ran towards the standing jeep
going to my village holding
a dripping umbrella
over my wet hair.
The rusty hinges of the...
Fireworks
Late evening, we came home
carrying folding chairs over our
shoulders along with the weight
of fireworks in our body.
The...
They wake up to the sound of cockas the morning light pours inthrough the chink in the balconyleaving a lace like pattern on the floor....
Village
The morning light pours in,
through the chink in the roof, leaving
a lace-like pattern on the veranda.
The white jersey cow laps up...
The dust from the screeching
tyres rose behind us as
the bus pulled in
in front of the unknown lodge.
It made our loose bags
hanging out of...