It’s not easy for one
to intervene
in a family feud
The longstanding issues
suppressed over sometime are volcanic.
The lack of love
brews beneath the surface
like lava
and the magma is the
dirty laundry hung to dry
in public after the eruption
Big secretes elders intended
to take to the grave surface
like submarines with spent oxygen cylinders and give context to
the nepotism among siblings
The kindly aunt
who’s developed a backbone
since moving to Hammanskraal
has since become a straight-talker
she loves the nieces and nephews
but their parents constantly refuse
to let the visit
on the summer holidays
The uncle who speaks
metaphysics once inebriated
can elevate the whole family
but he’s constantly trivialized
by virtue of being broke
The sunsets yet once more
on another day
where the grace of God
is the sole reason
the Khumalo’s
are not ducing faeces.
