Sunday. Almost noon in Gaborone. From the pulpit, Pastor Godwill’s beady eyes follow his most-trusted foot soldiers lug bags of tithes behind a curtain where the...
‘Close that door. Please.’ A door banged shut. Sethunya returned her focus to the book she was reading, flipped back a few pages to find her...
Tjawangwa (TJ) Dema has been on this words road awhile. My first encounter with her poetry was back in 2005, when she was a mentee on...
