PORTRAIT OF AN OLD PAIR OF SHOES Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Tanned as a hide of a hefty heifer, carved by the craftsman's scalpel, and shined to a shimmering blackness a s of liquid tar piping ...
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TWO CHIMNEY SWEEPERS Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali,
I saw two chimney sweeps scraping the soot inside a stack. They came out and wiped their faces and one said to the other 'I'm whit...
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THE MINER Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
At the strike of the noon bell he pops out of the shaft like a pea shot from the muzzle of a bazooka. He plods on iron spiked boots to st...
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THE SONG OF SUNRISE by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
The sword of daybreak snips the shroud of the night from the sky, and the morning peeps through the blankets like a baby rising from i...
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THE FACE OF HUNGER Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali,
I counted ribs on his concertina chest bones protruding as if chiselled by a sculptor's hand of famine. He looked with glazed pupils s...
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THE MOULTING COUNTRY BIRD by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
I wish I was not a bird red and tender of body with the mark of the tribe branded on me as a fledgling hatched in the Zulu grass hut. Pie...
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A DRUNK IN THE STREET by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
When you see him sprawled in the gutter, his fly open, his mouth dripping with vomit, his eyes bloodshot with booze, spit into his face a...
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