Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho

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Hard times taught me how to walk.
Toes of my feet grew sore, slowing my climbing
But since the sacred duty of progression
Kept fondling my ear I had to keep going.
...

I know that as I huddle in this dingy corner
weeping over spilt honey
some gloat at me
...

I rush into your arms
for vibrations of warmth and comfort

I turn my back to go my way
...

I try to strike a relationship
with you

The next thing you approach my wife
...

Jail was land of my sojourn
for a decade

Now out of it all
...

I see a moon in my uncle' house, when he sits alone
repairing a pair of his brown boots

And it tells one
...

Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho Biography

Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho has had his short stories and poems published in numerous South African literary journals and youth arts magazines, such as Carapace, Timbila, Botsotso, New Contrast, Fidelities, Makoya and more. He is a prolific writer, and has once stayed in jail for almost 11 years on charges of breaking into shops in Makhado (Louis Trichardt) town.)

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Honesty

Hard times taught me how to walk.
Toes of my feet grew sore, slowing my climbing
But since the sacred duty of progression
Kept fondling my ear I had to keep going.

Humble ideas and thoughts
Brought about principal ideals
To be established.

In the wilderness I met
Old sages who unconsciously revealed to me
That longing is a pain concealed.
And I had no choice but
To concede with them.

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