Tropical Scars: Page 8 of 19
"Cosatu - You Xhosas"
Ubuthi of tribalism
ubisi* of hatred
fed to us by false inyangas*
swallowed at lunchtime over a labalaba* game
at clocking-in time we gulp it
then sway the pangas*
and we drink some more.
"Costu you've had it" workers chant
"you are against our bosses
you affront our chief
Costatu - You Xhosas
you are foreigners
stealing our jobs and our money...
Tyre-necklaces for you for your exit
dispatch: to Zulu upstairs
there is more space there than in Kwa Makhutha, Inanda,
go Pondos go - there might even be jobs there
making some rain".
A councillor struts out from his shop
hawking the snakes he has trained to bonga
they even sing skewed words to Ulundi*
in nightime assemblies
he orders pits to be dug next to our Branbury Mills.*
What stokvel* is this
with workers in giya*
swaying pangas stained with the
class's own blood?