Roses, Kisses and Chocolates 3 Bwalya Kazungo I can see the hustling and bustling of the city I an hear the sirens and whistling of the city To conjure images Images of hallucinated burial banks of institutions And as I looked back My form became a heap of bones and flesh Creating sweet…
“Desolate I stand
Firmly anchored in the sand
Battered by the sun, still I cope
A symbol of health, life and hope.” – Leonard Koloko
This week we give you more poems and a peak behind the scenes, with photos from Kitwe Poetry Corner.
You are cordially invited to the fortnightly poetry readings at Kitwe Little Theatre.