I danced away my first few hours
No heartache in this young renegade
Drunk in this new brigade
Spinning harder than the clap of the fireworks
Burning brighter than the shadow that lurks
No more heartache in these young renegades
If not the whole era at least tonight is ours
]ust the first four lonely hours
Dancing with strangers
Tochukwu Ezebube is a passionate poet and founder of Poem Collections. With a deep love for African verse and a commitment to sharing diverse poetic voices, Tochukwu curates a rich tapestry of poems that celebrate the beauty of words from Africa and around the world. Join him on this poetic journey at Poem Collections, where the magic of language unfolds.
BACKGROUND OF THE POET Jean – Joseph Rabearivelo was born in 1901 in Antananarivo, Madagascar. He was the only child of his mother. He was educated at Catholic mission school, and his desire to study more earned him an improvement in French language. After graduating from college, he worked as a proof – reader for…
I am in front of this feminine land Like a child in front of the fire Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes In front of this land where all moves in me Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear Reflecting two nude bodies season on season I’ve so many reasons to lose myself On this…
“The Soweto I Love” is an anthology of poems written by Sipho Sepamla. It was first published in the year 1977 as a direct response of Soweto Uprising in 1976, but the poem was, however, banned by South African Apartheid regime, which considered it as protest poems. “The Soweto I Love” contains 35 poems. “How…
They call me Uncle Tom and mock me these my children mock me they hate the hat in hand the one- roomed God I praise. Winds raise the flat- roofed house each harvest time each southern soft Se- tember. “Hey, nuncle! wanna see what God in heaven brought for me? One pink-ear’d rat, thick knuckle-headed…
The sun is rising.In their nakedness the karoos will all be hot againBut you will shiver in spite of itIn the memory of trekkers who left you thereTo be feverish in the shadows of days of doubtAnd the nightmare of Great ChakaStill alive in your eternal Zulu dream. Last night, anguished tyrantYou dream of the…
In a little shanty town was a night like this girls were sitting down around the town like this some were young and some were brown I even found a miss who was black and brown and really did the twist watch her move her wrist and feel your belly twist feel the hunger thunder…
