Legal Mega Minds

By Sonny Mncedisi Dube I crossed the border in search of greener pastures; Down into the South, where we share more than just common histories and dear cultures. The pastures are indeed greener, the sort of green that can only be found in the jungle, But it's a lawless jungle, not fit for the foreigner, the naive, the meek nor the humble. I'm of course devoted to the hustle but to make it through the day is a hassle and a struggle. I'm neither here to steal nor to plunder, but to work, to hustle and feed my family; But I'm met with hate, spite, naming and shaming. I watch over my shoulder for be it during the night or in broad daylight you can see a black brother burning; Vile acts of criminality against their own skin color, desperate souls devoid of conscience, Souls who no longer see human life as of sacred importance. Where are the Pan-Africanist values of love, peace and tolerance!? I’m accused of all sorts of thievery and unspeakable crimes; My only crime has been

  By Ruth Mutana   One of my deepest wishes,  Was to close my eyes for the last time, Before gentle eyes that radiated love and warmth, But on that day,  I witnessed a cruel twist to my noble dream. I was born and bred in a rich nation, Which they called Africa’s bread basket, There I weaved endless dreams of a brighter tomorrow, Which were quickly enmeshed in Tragedy’s net, Never to bear any fruit… In the dead of night, I awoke,  And resolved boldly like a man, To sojourn to the land of my brothers and sisters, Not to beg, snatch or covet, But to labor and toil honestly, To glean a fair and justly-earned harvest, So I could shine as a man my wife would cherish, And stand as a father my offspring would look up to. My faith was trampled to dust, The day they turned against me, Seething in anger and blazing with hatred. Though I pleaded and begged, My desperate cries fell on deaf ears. I screamed and writhed in pain, While the inferno consumed my flesh and bones. As the excruciating pain