Nothing like the wind of truth

In the season of black confetti skies
He is still playing the redeemer
And she dances around that song
While she can still skip the adverts
But for how long.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2015.


  1. Love this poem, especially, “the season of black confetti skies”– WOW! I haven’t been around much, haven’t been well. I hope to be more consistent and present soon.


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