Some people know


To be called ‘Khandakhulu’ for

your head really is big, enough to accommodate your big brain

To be told to get intoxicated off fermented fruit but

you’d rather lie comatose, drunk off the fountain of books

To wish that you’d taken more shots for

real failure is dropping dead with a loaded pistol

To never tire of trying for

fortune favours him that wields the axe until the tree sheds its guard

To always keep your head up for

he that whose head up high is closest to heaven’s hail of blessings.

To be afraid of two-faced friends for

they smile with you from the front, stick a knife to your back