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My stories are about the journey across that river. My stories capture their rapture. The tragedy of their journey is an indignity that shames humanity.

Samples

So immense is the tide symphoning me for a ride thunderously threatening to terminate and trounce it wrestles rustles restlessly rendering me redundant scurrying and prying for my life purposefully l pray courage confused caresses of ceasing hope battle beyond bargaining strength surrendering surreptiously nearer my God to thee. Yes l went to Shinge’s house down the corner of Zamalungwane street the battered cigarette stomps told the story expectancy massaging my curiosity l knocked past Sintinga Avenue but I did not see Hupenyu i ran to Simba’s house to Thabo to Bothwell, Brighton, Lovemore to Ronald, Finch Tobias, Nyamotsi Mluleki, Tsitsi, Alice, Shupikai, Keresenzia then l reality sank in, the children were all gone but l had to be sure it can not be running down to my high school friends Reason, Sherperd, Nhlanhla, Mbekezeli past Unity avenue down Independence street along Freedom way l ran they had to be there four years is a long time my friends had to know l was in town like old times sake we had to run and queue for bread sitting in front of the grocery store spotting girls with a serious behind guess l should have stayed beyond Limpopo the silence was so deafening concealing the voices gone where are all your children my homeland who will bury you tomorrow such haemorhage to distant mountains across Limpopo how can such a tragedy be allowed when l knocked on her door yes they told me that one he went last week, last month she went last year, two years ago, she has not called l asked again how they were doing tears embraced my Sherlock Holmes ingenious, when l asked again, when the children are coming back to rejoice in the land of my forefathers the buzzing noise created by the housefly told the tale, of a nation that lies rotten and desolate abandoned by its children Tears and fears daggers and spears made to bear the brunt demon possessed they hunt a better tomorrow so long adieu my sorrow reality courtesy call, wither wishes today hands and body decorated in stitches humble like a lamb in submission tyranny unleashing oppression children feasting exploitation head leaning on the window of the train spatters menacing outside heavily it rains lost in the journey across virgin forests lies the rail canning nonchalance celebrating conquest what remains metal crushing lacerating the pain cemetery lies in my head colonizing my brain famished, thirsty while precious water goes down the drain bludgeoning, pounding ahead oh my spirit sail forgotten sprawling encroaching darkness, spreads the rail

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emmanuel sairosi

Mon 5th Mar 2012 05:42

Mamkhumza, and Innocentia, DANKI. If you are around HC do visit, you know where to find me. More power to the PEN!

<Deleted User> (10147)

Sun 4th Mar 2012 00:09

Im so speechless, im touched, your work is an eye-opener, you've inspired me in more ways than one, beautiful just beautiful work thank you.

<Deleted User> (9821)

Wed 26th Oct 2011 12:52

wow dude honestly i respect and love your work...big ups to you .... you are an inspiration kumina

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emmanuel sairosi

Fri 22nd Oct 2010 10:37

Mapule, it is not easy being a stranger amongst people who you regard as brothers and sisters, amongst your fellow Africans...BUT go on we must...

<Deleted User> (8831)

Fri 22nd Oct 2010 08:38

ngiyakuhlonipha ndoda. this is enough to give one a minute in the life of a foreigner.

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emmanuel sairosi

Thu 20th May 2010 12:04

Gershon Thomas, thank you. People rarely take time to read and you have, despite all else, my stories proceeded from there. I have no regrets, the pen is mightier than the sword, more power to the muscle

<Deleted User> (8269)

Thu 20th May 2010 11:43

My Brother, My friend, what a blessing to have met and fellowshipped with you.
My heart weeps for the pain inflicted upon yours and so many others by our people of South Africa.
“umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu”(a person is a person through other persons)
& I am that person because of you my brother.

"When The Power of Love, Overcomes The Love of Power...Then The World Will Know Peace" Jimi Hendrix

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emmanuel sairosi

Fri 18th Dec 2009 14:20

Nomvelo sweet and thank you so much. yes you can buy something on. Thank you for the compliment.xx
http://conversationpoetry.co.uk/stateofthenation/

<Deleted User> (7218)

Fri 18th Dec 2009 10:09

Hey Sairos. Your writings are amazing. I wish you the best. When r u going to publish something for us to buy?

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emmanuel sairosi

Fri 11th Sep 2009 22:06

Thank you. If you have a few minutes to spare... check out this space. http://conversationpoetry.co.uk/stateofthenation/

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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Fri 11th Sep 2009 10:53

Your writings are very interesting.. I love the pride you show in your hometown "thriving ghetto", I never heard those two words in that context before... shows great spirit making the most of where you are from.

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