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Isabella Motadinyane

Isabella Motadinyane
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Isabella Motadinyane

The gloomy sounds in the background set the tone of the poem. The day is dark, clouds grey in anger, and mist cold against the skin, smiles forgotten as Nonhlanla is violently removed from the earth.

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Isabella Motadinyane was born in 1963 in Mofolo Central, Soweto. She went as far as Grade Five in he... More >

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Nonhlanla

Nonhlanla is gone
tears pearls laughter
dreads survey my toes
touch of anguish
pat my mind
the target is found
Nonhlanla is gone
they nailed her
pink nails oozing
they dragged her
reshuffled her
off the ground
pinned her tongue
hanging loose
blood pool flooded
to dry up heavens
Nonhlanla is gone
staring
into the dark
tired of Nkosi Yami
go away
biting my lips
my dark room walls
caressing the belt
to end the beginning
of a faraway song
in my mind
Zion bells ring
bayavuya
umoya wami
uyakathazeka
voices crying
in the dark
darkness
swallows the light
my heart has stopped beating
no mercy in Zion
Nonhlanla is gone

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