Mine Correspondence

The money grows teeth in my pocket, gnashing at the seams— a rand with eyes...

'Ke tla shoa moo u shoang, ke epeloe teng. Jehova a nketse ka hore le ka hore ha nka khaohana le uena ha e se ka lefu…'

It’s easy to see how even with the new musical direction, he still has a clear sense of who he is as an artist.

After watching The Manyority Report, I was left just as thirsty.

There is a conversation between these two forms: the real and the vision. The poem returns to the narrator’s biography.

One of the dangers of modernity has been the rise of individuality. Basotho love to reminisce about idyllic times when communities came together for the collective good.

Memory is something that is on my mind a lot lately, both the bio-chemical process we call memory and the artifacts that result from that action.

Step away from the edge Stand clear of the fall, a bite of the dust. This soil reeks of death, this would be your end.