i've been here before... by Khanyo Mjamba | Poetry Potion
our footprints sit quietly, fossilised on the dry concrete floor. i can still see your steamy face-print on the window, where you pulled a face and joined it with glass whilst i recreated it with acrylics and pastels on canvas before umaNgwanya called us for our biscuits and milo. two portions & one glass. the … Continue reading "i’ve been here before… by Khanyo Mjamba"