Mgadikgadi, Search and Rescue
Black Rhino, Tracking
I’d wanted to be either| The Inawai or the Ima- Ozu\ Of this great town;| But for the time spent here, I will never be…
“Funny” thing happened on the way back from Cape Point today. Well, it wasn’t so funny at the time… as a matter of fact, it was more than a bit terrifying and I nearly soiled myself!
As true as the earth and sky and the burning sun, so is the Monsoon.
The glitch of our children, the children,
For children, are our children,
Coming the nagging children…
As a fraternity.
Bullying and gulping,
Stealling and killing….
The state and condition
of our darly nation
needs the attention…
come together as one, and look more like that which
can not be distinguish from the innermost parts…
How would they managed…
when they have gallantly pad-locked themselves
in glass- golden houses; in golden- glass houses…?
The body is a strange thing
perservation is an art unto itself
for a body to remain intact,
not rotting, not returning to dust,
though many thousands of years pass by
is a sign of man’s ingenious mentalit…
As a little boy, I dreamed of going to America. I was told many beautiful stories about America. I heard of plenty of good foods, cold drinks and sweet smelling frying oils.
Spread high and wide against the noonday sun
The jacaranda tree displays its mauve foliage
All nature knows that August has finally come
Students on their way back again to college
On the ground beneath …
A nation without history
Is misplaced and forgotten
A nation without the past
Does not exist at all
You came from a nation…
The past gave birth to you
The future depends on you
History made you
You are here