The Time Comes In The Life Of

My Son Has Died Of Aids.

Poetry Cannot Block A Bullet Or Still A Sjambok, But It Can Bear Witness To Brutality-thereby Cultivating A Flower In A Graveyard.

We Don't Have To Be Victims Of Our Past, That We Can Let Go Of Our Bitterness, And That All Of Us Can Achieve Greatness.

We Know Too Well That Our Freedom Is Incomplete Without The Freedom Of The Palestinians.

An Educated, Enlightened & Informed Population Is One Of The Surest Ways Of Promoting The Health Of A Democracy