It all started with tea.
Heaven knows it started with the tea!
That silent surge
in my cup..
With heaven in my hands,
I slid towards my peeling door,
towards bursting sunshine,
towards second chances.
I smelled the dawn and the dust,
the gutters and the dying dogs,
the donkeys and the brewing beer,
the skomfana, mfana,
in a place where dung was paint
where dung was polish,
and smelled like pot….
And so I cupped the heat
of my cup,
itching to write.
About the Author
Sedite is an emerging South African writer, poet and blogger who runs the blog nala4za.iblog.co.za.