One time I saw Catherine

Giving birth to Jesse

Wearing an oversized jersey

In a cold summer’s evening, 


This light-skinned 5.2 copious pulchritude

Autumnal unfathomable euphoria

That was was the mood, 

Giving birth to the best of me, nocturnally.

We See Far…

We’ve been granted privileges

To peep into the yet-to-transpire

And every now and then

We put fingers into

The yet-to-transpire

Because, yes, we’re spirit-beings

But a little “tangibility” can satiate the flash

And Mrs Naidoo exposed her daughter,

It was Sashi who ate the flash.

We See Far, I say…

Our sockets go further

Than rockets could ever fathom, 

Even though our pockets

Don’t contain enough change

For standard and poor

To make cents of our


We see you…

We see through your mist, 

Using the same elements 

Which demystified diety 

And reconciled the mind

Of men to the existence of God.

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Peculiar "Ph D" Khumalo, born and bred (and buttered) in White City, Soweto, the liveliest township in Africa in 1987. Attended Boarding School at Bophelo Impilo and Matriculated in 2007. While his erudite endeavours do not venture beyond Matric, he had long been told he had a way with words, a hype he still has a hard time believing. "Of all the pleasures of life, I relishes nothing more than a conversation over coffee" ☕