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Maseru by night Posted: June 15th, 2009, 6:34am EDT by Rethabile
When time has come, and I’m alive still, after toil has dripped the glycerine of my black face, pocket-happy now with pay on this week’s last day, braai-vleis fires giving incense, I wonder what to do with thoughts that bloom in me from love’s innocence. At night, when I walk down Kingsway lined with men smelling of soap, the same blood that [...]