Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Saturday, October 10, 2009



its not friday today
yet summers have changed
replacing with laughter
striking paint flaking walls
the smell of decay
and the black label
sickly lungs and hollow eyes
scream a welcome onslaught
of such seasons
women dance to the fury of
every friday
in mdantsane

Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra

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