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| Photo by Mgcini Nyoni |
The melody of rain
pounding on the roof
amplified by the ceiling
watching cold through the window
in a warm home
Glistening tarmac
a stretch of colours
a kaleidoscope
along a bend to eternity
seem to stretch ,
fantasy of a bitter dreamer,
in a scotched Kalahari
of excoriated longings
scorpions
spiders
lizards
wanderlust
and lust.
If fate waste life
and life was fate
she would say such is
fate
but fate are feaces
fate is a torn skirt
fate is a perforated trouser
fate is fighting for a dollar
no
fate is a fat man
at the state house
but such, is African life.
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