“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.”

Gustave Flaubert

Petlo Literary Arts supports, promotes and actively works towards the development of creative writing in Botswana. We host writing workshops, partner with other creative industry groups and publish books.

A Cry for Boipuso by Wazha Lopang

 The bones they hear
In the censored laughter
Of our poverty,
Become a drumbeat
For the politician’s dance.
So near to independence
Yet so far from independence.
Phantoms feed on fumes
Dished with disdain
From black official cars.
Clothed in the whirling dust
Snapping, snatching, snarling
like jackals tearing
At rancid offal.
Blue, black and white
A colour of might
But it still don’t sit right.
We grow bloated
With nostalgia,
on stitched up memories.
What are we but
Maggots with the freedom
To move upon a carcass long
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