Pontsho writes poetry both in English and his native Setswana. He is a well read poet and has written extensively on the evolution of Setswana poetry. He also coordinates poetry clubs in Botswana.
Pontsho's poetry may be considered as a lighthearted look at life. His poetry and his style is not about being taken seriously, but more about laughing at oneself and their life.
His multiple blogs on poetry can be accessed by searching the Web using his names.
When the hunters are gathered
In hushed tones
Behind the thicket
Each signs out his intended prey
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They stare
Their eyes burning holes into me
Some searching me
Others looking right through me
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Here is to friendship and his social calls
To the forgettable girlfriend introductions
And the noisy games with the boys
To the draining Sunday lunches
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As to the moretlwa tree
We get pulled by the bountiful
Sweetness of the fruits
And forget all about the ants
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