Poems Rethabile Likes

Raising things by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Raising things by Rethabile Masilo As evening settles its dark wing on us we lie inside another night till even that night has nothing to say to us, till the crickets are quiet outside and bats are out, piercing night with their radar. There is no sound other than that of hooves as the devil goes by, on an evening stroll with his family. This happens night after night in these suburbs where evil likes to walk. I live in Qoaling. It is my home. One night the devil and his family didn't clop by as usual, they smashed our door down and trotted in, pierced Motlatsi's l...