by Dacious Kasoka
our tongues unfold to the sky; to a father who is in heaven, to take whatever comes through, bread crumbs or rooibos tea in chalice cups. In the distance birds loiter on old Toyota vans, brown beaks, serenades rolling off their dry tongues. They sing of you, you who took a path to the river to learn the origin of water.
Dacious Kasoka, alias “Loner Pen,” was born on the 19th of August 2000. He writes from his room in Lusaka. He is a community leader at Arthut, A global [Afro-Centric] community of creatives. He is currently pursuing a bachelor’s degree in Economics at Kwame Nkrumah University in Kabwe, Zambia. When he is not writing, he is listening to reggae and country music songs. His works have been published and are forthcoming in Writers’ Space Africa Magazine, World Voices magazine, Agape Review, Arts Lounge magazine, Spillwords Press & elsewhere.