Bavino is ghetto-talk for everyman. In these new poems, Rampolokeng looks through the destruction caused by those intoxicated with their own power, who put vanity before humanity. The hailstorm of rhyme echoes the random gunfire the insomniac poet hears every night in Soweto. Nevertheless, in these uncomfortable sermons, not all is bleak: my love lives/I hope survives the hatred that is sacred.
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Bavino is ghetto-talk for everyman. In these new poems, Rampolokeng looks through the destruction caused by those intoxicated with their own power, who put vanity before humanity. The hailstorm of rhyme echoes the random gunfire the insomniac poet hears every night in Soweto. Nevertheless, in these uncomfortable sermons, not all is bleak: my love lives/I hope survives the hatred that is sacred.
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