Angakingmgatula Stories

I don't have a bone in my hand that supports me to write a poem. Yet, I love reading them along. Sometimes aloud in perfect solitude, with me, my thoughts, some silent melody whispering by my side and when am engrossed in the stillness of my thought. Here is a tribute to all those lovely poems that I have collected. They feed my anguish, fill my emotions, and make me pause and dwell on things within..

Reflection Of Verse