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    In Black and White: A poetry Anthology
    In Black and White: A poetry Anthology
    In Black and White: A poetry Anthology
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    In Black and White: A poetry Anthology

    By Erence Maphosa

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    In Black And White is more than just a compilation of poems. It is a deeply spirited journey of harsh realities, open-mindedness, passion, and self-realization. It was a privilege to witness the process of ardent exploration of art and how it expresses daily life events in the physical construct.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBlue Diamond Publishers
    Release dateDec 19, 2022
    ISBN9798215826942
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      In Black and White - Erence Maphosa

      IN BLACK AND WHITE

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      A POETRY ANTHOLOGY BY

      ERENCE MAPHOSA

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      In Black And White

      Copyright© Blue Diamond Publishers2023

      All Rights Reserved.

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      CHRONICLES OF AFFECTION

      HEAVEN CAN WAIT

      AN ENCHANTRESS' KISS

      SONGS OF THE POET

      THE COLOUR OF LOVE

      YOU SHOWED ME

      THE WHISTLE-BLOWER

      THE WAY FORWARD

      VALENTINE’S SPECIAL

      MAYBE THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT

      HEAVEN ON A STICK

      CRAVING FOR BLOOD

      DEAR BELOVED I...

      YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU

      YOU ARE THE REASON

      VALENTINE’S EVE

      AT MY WEAKEST

      I HAVE LIVED

      DEAR LOVERBOY

      DEATH BY CHOCOLATE

      MS WRONG

      CRY AFRICAN CHILD, CRY

      IT IS WHAT IT IS

      HELL-n-O GIRL CHILD

      IT ENDS BEFORE IT STARTS

      BAD HUSBAND

      GOGO'S TEARS

      BLACK EVE

      FATHER’S FATHER

      FOR THE LOVER THAT I LOST

      CURSE OF MOTHER AFRICA

      WE NOW NEED MAGIC!

      SHE NOW CRY DRY !!

      RILE NIGH NILE

      HELL IS ON EARTH!

      LOST GHOSTS POST COINS

      JUST THE WAY IT IS

      THE ELEVENTH SIN

      WHY, WHY?

      FALSE LOVE WE WERE ONCE BELIEVERS

      WHAT WENT WRONG

      RELIGION THE MENTICIDE

      SAD TRUTH

      DO NOT JUST BELIEVE

      HEY LORD!

      LEAVING HEAVEN

      IT'S NOT ALL HONEYMOON

      THINGS I SEE-SO

      NICE FOR WHAT

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      In Black And White is more than just a compilation of poems. It is a deeply spirited journey of harsh realities, open-mindedness, passion, and self-realization. It was a privilege to witness the process of ardent exploration of art and how it expresses daily life events in the physical construct.

      I reminisce all days I locked myself in the closet, hiding behind the scenes, contemplating speaking out my truth. Not that I am now in a better place but I am still here, affronting to bridge the gap between two ends that must hear from each other. The process has been amazing! Poetry literally brought me up, to this I am.

      For someone who grew up a child header with parents far-flung in the diaspora, humbly; I have sailed through. My utmost gratitude to family and friends. Those who motivated me to go forward and those who challenged me with negativity. I also recognize countless artists I have met in libraries, parks, cafes, buses, and other quiet spaces. I am thankful to my teachers, lecturers, classmates, co-workers, business partners, inspiring musicians, and others that helped along the way.

      Plan International Zimbabwe, you made this possible. Lastly, my prepublication unit, the work you have done is splendid. The anthology is finally out. Here is to sleepless nights, author-publisher fights, constructive criticism, determination for success, passion, and grit.

      How can I ever forget you, Beloved Readers? You have taken your precious time and resources to appreciate art. You are the reason why we write these poems, piece after piece. All I ever wanted was to share my world with yours.

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      Things worked out, enjoy!

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      CHRONICLES OF AFFECTION

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