In Memorium: Ntsikelelo Sefoloko By Brian Walter
“Come and look, Umlungu!” Her eyes said she
was snake-angry: what now had I not done,
or done? At the mud-hut door she stopped,
and stepped aside for me. “See now,
for yourself.” And as my eyes grew
a little in the dark, there were eyes,
eighty, ninety, a hundred eyes, lit softly,
dim in the doorway-
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