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