We, the informal settlement dwellers
Alongside our fellow squatter-campers
And our children,,,
Who have never had their
Shit covered in Pampers before,
We were together
As the whole nation
Celebrated in unison
The announcement that load-shedding
Will be with us no more.
We got inebriated…
And when the home-brewed beverage
Gradually wore-off,
I discreetly leaned over my neighbor,
(A gesture in itself pleading for discretion
And for one’s oblivion to be excused)
With a bemused countenance
And an odour of breath
Which left little to the imagination
As to what it is I ingested,
And asked him…
‘We Gatsheni, wubani ngempela lo load shedding’?
