• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 01


The reason you know not
Who you are and where
You’re from is
Because you never cared to know
Not because
History was not made
And I will tell you
What the all-seeing eye saw

One starlit night in the past
The sun appeared and baked
Souls to dust
And those that survived flew
To neighbouring cities
As refugees

Your father was amongst
The survivors
He was the child his father
Hurried to the boat before
The scorching sun met him
And his mother – your grandmother
Raised him alone in diaspora
That’s the reason you’re the only
Coloured kid in your class
Because your mother is white
And your father as you know
Is black