From the soil of the African grounds
Skin perfumed by the aromas of nature
Eyes Glitering with African skies
Character enriched with pride
Soul coloured by the African diversity

He said "Baas"
And all I could do was imagine
Imagine the response to his approach
Could it have been "boy"?
And everytime he uttered the word "Baas"
It was though I was being pricked

She killed him,well
She didn't take a knife or gun
She didn't make him physially extinct
To human life
But in her consciousness
He is unconscious and dead
And emotionally

Life's troubles had thrown her into the deep end and
She was in the pond of sorrow
Drowning in her consumption of alcohol
She sat in the back
Where she thought she would