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’?