Santa Maria!
Papers fall off the till table.
A drink mocks the guitar.
Shiver stresses the blood cable.
As a bowtie hangs a neck loose.
White beards smoked brown-purple

An African matron, gulping a foreign brandy.
Hikes of the cash table towards her pals.
Suzan!, her name I've heard so early.
She striped of her make up eye.
Coconut brown with a foreign strand.
Trudge towards big chests and leaned her crown.

To her I tell.
From boxes and broken cardboards.
I rose from the dry blossom hell.
Never kneeled, but always around foreign lords.
Today, I meet you through the brandy ocean.
Jolted by how you gulp the glasses open.

Come here!, just for a sec.
Come here for just this sole word.
That is resisted through my vote sac.
After this, jointly we share the world.

Come!, Dance with me.
From each and every flip
Of my boat, there'll always be we.
Just from these simple few steps
An eye to eye staring, the movie taps.

Dance with me.
For we could make a strong tree.

By Kgothatso Thobane