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.

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Peculiar "Ph D" Khumalo, born and bred (and buttered) in White City, Soweto, the liveliest township in Africa in 1987. Attended Boarding School at Bophelo Impilo and Matriculated in 2007. While his erudite endeavours do not venture beyond Matric, he had long been told he had a way with words, a hype he still has a hard time believing. "Of all the pleasures of life, I relishes nothing more than a conversation over coffee" ☕