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Maseru Poetry Exchange

Lesotho Poetry festival to take place in June 29th 2013

Lesotho Poetry festival to take place in June 29th 2013

Maseru Poetry Exchange is a poetry festival by Poetry Farm. It replaces what used to be known as Urban Poetry Buffet festival which started in 2008. Poetry Farm will host Mak Manaka in this event.

Maseru Poetry Exchange Facebook event page: Join Maseru Poetry Exchange

Maseru Poetry Exchange Official Hashtag(s): #MaseruPoetryExchange | #MSUX2013

Poetry Farm Contact Details: Talk To The Farm

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Posted by on May 22, 2013 in Events, Poetry, Poetry Festival


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Today We Scream

Image screen grabbed from Rita Odeh's blog

Image screen grabbed from Rita Odeh’s blog

Check out the poem, Today We Scream on Rita Odeh’s blog

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The Voice – #_01 WS2013

The voice inside

Today the reflection was rear,in my eyes i saw nothing but emptines
It was broken,and i kept seeing different parts of me
Te beat me so hard yesterday i forgot the reason why.
With thoughts persuing my mind i wanted to justify his ways, i loved the bastard n i offered myslf in depth to my soul.
Stratified by the confusion and no sense of belonging,i became nothing bt a myserable novel to read.
Why stay?
He promised to take me to an early grave,i’m already there.
Sworn by a priest an values of morality i see no sense of mortality for the devil has taken over. He promised to take care of me but the monster has declared war against my soul.
This mirrior is a reflection of a woman not known to me, a picture of a sorry soul or should i say bitch as he calls me with that grim look on his face this sorry excuse of a ‘Cain.’
today before i could top up more make-up i saw a child in me,i felt a voice within me…
‘ If you leave,u could gain a bit more,’ she was right,i was beginning to see my skeleton but the battle between heaven and hell was not over nor would it end with me.
My soul was torn beyond repair bt as i tried to touch myslf,i felt like a ‘see-through’ and then i realised. It was over,the voice was my soul bidding farewell. Had i taken the liberty,i wud be alive. There it was,that low fat skeleton of mine.
There was no mirrior to see anything,there was no voice to hear but the sobs of those who cared about the woman i used to be. As they sent me six feet under.

By Nthabiseng Senekane


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Failed Competition

A week back I asked one fellow poet to invite members of a Facebook poetry group of which he is the administrator to a mini-competition where they were to write on the theme; Resolutions.

Once the poems were written and posted in the group, group members were to constructively criticize each other and hence vote on the best poem. The top three poems would be published on the Poetry Farm Facebook page and the best would be published on the Poetry Farm blog.

The idea was to help inculcate in poets’ minds that unless we grow a culture of constructively criticizing each other we can’t easily kiss the lips of growth, first as writers and secondly as poets.

Unfortunately or rather funny enough no one except Lebogang Scooter (the group admin) participated in that mini-competition. Maybe it was too boring for their liking or having their poems published on the afore-mentioned platform wasn’t incentive enough.

Anyway,how faithful have you been to your resolutions thus far in 2013?

That never constructively criticized shall never be mentally circumcised ” – LB

Below is a poem by Scooter on the theme; Resolutions.


Resolutions scene one; forgiveness, hope, healing

The future is subjective it’s not written in stone
the past did it’s part.

One day
these dusty barren streets
will conceive again
a womb gathering dust and cobwebs
will be wiped clean.

When invisible pillars of the sky
rest their feet
on my heavily weighed shoulders
an erect pen will scribble
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
back and forth
until it ejaculate ink
a feat of seeing hope
irrational as it is
rationalised to see worth
in a glimpse of a dust speck
just waiting to be ingested
to sprout
to thrive
to survive.

One day
some of us will purge hatred
let it sweat through our pores
we wipe our brows to dry despise
we were given
yet all was not given
we knew so much
yet we still wine and dine ignorance.

There are still fresh graves to be dug up
there are still ghosts to raise
as for now
we hold a night vigil
for the hatchet
read its orbituary
its conquests
accentuate its sharp edges.

As the night is roused from sleep
morning will come un-announced
they’ll wash each other’s weariness with dew
an aftermath of darkness
we won’t even open sluice gates of tear ducts
what is done is done
what is done need to be undone
the leaping tongues of flames will get swallowed in its
own tongues
as did the great fiery rages
of London extinguished their self
smoke shading the sky mauve.

we will find solace in desolation
call a truce
scatter ashes
bury the hatchet with its venom
with you father
i won’t even question the long absence
i’ll just appreciate your presence.

By Lebohang Kuenane (Lebogang Scooter)

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Posted by on February 19, 2013 in Poetry, Poetry competition


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Woman Scream 2013 Invitation

Official 3rd Woman Scream poster

Official 3rd Woman Scream poster

I wish to invite poets, musicians, photographers, writers,bloggers, visual artists and graphic designers to participate in Woman Scream International Poetry festival 2013 – Lesotho Chapter (Online ).

Unlike in 2011,due to venue issues and other logistics there will be no event for the 3rd Woman Scream here in Lesotho but instead poems and other relevant material will be posted on this blog throughout the month of March.

For more info, and submission guidelines, please visit this page

Kindly spread the word.


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Posted by on February 11, 2013 in Poetry, Poetry Festival, Poets


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Respect The Stage

Recently I had a long phone call chat with one of my fellow Lesotho poets who is based in South Africa most time of the year . As an advantage of schooling in Johannesburg where there are numerous poetry platforms and workshops like Word n Sound, Likwid Tongue open-mics and being a member of Afro Alphabets Mpoba Knowledge Monyeke has been able to attend and perform at numerous poetry stages that side including the annual Poetry Africa festival and UJ Imziboni Poetry festival .

As a result he has been able to gather skills under the mentorship of Quaz of Likwid Tongue and other poets around him about writing and performance poetry.

I simply asked, knowing he wouldn’t hesitate to share his knowledge :

“What advice can you give to poets especially performance poets about performing?”

If I were required to summarize all he said in one word, that word be ” Respect . His reply is captured below

” Lyrical Bacteria our poets need to start respecting the stage and hence the audience. One needs to familiarize themselves with the stage prior to performing. If such an opportunity doesn’t avail itself then a poet’s role is to quickly find their comfortable spot and deliver as though their lives depended on it. It is a shame when a poet comes to the stage and gives excuses about why they weren’t able to memorize the poem. The audience doesn’t care about that. You have only a few minutes to captivate them. Some of them aren’t even hardcore poetry fanatics, so every minute counts. I fail to understand how our poets think they can pull off a powerful performance without practising. ”

So dear poet(s), always remember to Respect the stage, respect the audience and respect the art and the audience will in turn find more reason to appreciate you.


Mpoba’s Poets blog interview here.

Poem: The Seed

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Posted by on February 4, 2013 in Poetry


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It is when on a sunny scorching day a dark devilish cloud of death claims your neighbor’s peace with so much ease.

It is when your job application squeezes itself successfully through a crowd of hundred others.

They say when days are dark friends are few, actually, When days are dark, the sun is at its brightest to show you people who really care
It is when friends and family build you strong pillars of support
On a sunny but dark day.

It is when food particles tap-dance daily on your tongue,make a convoy to your belly.

That You are reminded to Count Your Blessings!

Sechaba Keketsi 2012

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Posted by on July 3, 2012 in Poem, Poetry


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