I am somehow of this place. And yet a complete
stranger. I know it in bits and pieces, as it knows
me. I leave it reluctantly, yet cannot wait to go.
home of my
These township hovels and RDP* boxes cage those
long ago forced to the hinterlands. Leaking roofs and
hollow promises mock the new dispensation. All
is not lost. But it is losing.
by the roadside
nowhere to go
Game drives and world cups create illusions. Yet
here we are. Another day ended, the western horizon
still aglow. Beside the empty road, a headlight beam.
a hyena's scowl
Note: RDP is an acronym for South Africa's post-apartheid Reconstruction and Development Programme.