By Basetsana Maluleka
“The land is written on his hands
and the fields need to be tented again.
Fred the soil, till it’s dark and rich with love.
Replace the compassion and understanding that
have been washed and dry from it.
Dampen it with joy and tiny troughs of laughter, for the sewing of the new seeds.
Return him to the fertile land that he once was. ”
– by Jenelle Woodley