Pitika Ntuli on Himself
I kissed the fragrance of dawn
In a night of electric storms uprooting trees eMalahleni
I inhaled coal smoke and flames
Today I breathe fires of poetry
In my land!
I was caressed and blown by winds of exile
There I learnt to crawl on my stomach like a viper
I hallucinate sculptures
Dream paintings and shed ideas as trees
Shed dead leaves in cactus land!
A bureaucrat, a teacher, I live within the ambit of:
Time of the Writer, Poetry Africa
I traverse the world wielding tapestries of words
In seminars, poetry conventricles
And festivals of word and rhythms