Laura Chrisman, New Coin, 32 (1) 1996:
A very far cry from official New South African pietistic discourse of reconciliation, this collection brilliantly fuses pan-Africanist militancy, romantic spirituality, and scathing attack on neo-colonialism in its global and local forms. The political urgency is never, compromised by empty rhetorical posturing, or aesthetic banality: this is a rich, experimental poetry, raining down fresh imagery, complex conceits, carefully patterned to produce a volume of striking originality and stylistic rigor. [ This ] extremely exciting, multiply resonant and freshly original collection [ is ] a highly valuable contribution...

Dan Wylie, Supplement to Mail & Guardian, October 1995:
...turbulent, pyrotechnic poems ... surreal, riven with distress, borrowing accents from the African Diaspora … stunning … impenetrable … the dense lines are packed with pan-African allusions and puns … hyperactive rhetorics … confrontational … politics … I find these poems hard work, but beside Motsapi, other poets feel sluggish...

MN Ngxali, Kotaz, 1 (2) 1998:
Motsapi’s ... poetry assails the reader with its plea for life. [It’s as if] we’ve been through a journey – the breathing side of man. And we’ve been asphyxiated, left for one moment in time in complete solitude, just as we are at birth. And we howl and howl madly, overwhelmed by the conflictual life: the glimpse of eternity.

Ndavhe Ramakuela, English Studies in Africa, 40 (2) 1997:
These are poems of an ordinary person, talking to a world that is obsessed with materialism, worships money, trivializes poverty, and fails to see its wrongs, the world which might look for life on Mars rather than look at its own weaknesses.

Peter Horn, World Literature Today, 70 (1) 1996:
...[Motsapi] turns the lingua franca of convenience into the discourse of drug-induced and shamanic madness, which is the only way to liberate us from the everyday.

Sam Radithlalo, Scrutiny2, 31 (1) 1998:
...one of Motsapi’s major concerns, an inner peace and contentment ... radiates pathos and resilience.

Keith Gottschalk, Carapace, 1 (5) 1996:
I’m going to enjoy re-reading some of these poems. So are you.