Our Khayelitsha Train how wonderful you are
I can hear the rhythm of your sounds while coming away
It is always very jubilant to get in you
But on our way out you give us hassles
Making us wait for hours
Being stuck in the middle of nowhere having carriages of names
The dagga carriage
The gospel carriage
I can name them all

You are always full when we come back
People very close to one another, intimacy begins
I can’t breath
I’m squeezed but you will be forever my ride
The one I love to ride because you are free.