I wander in the garden of a businesswoman
under a dull blue sky alone
at Tamboerskloof in Cape Town
past a huge blue swimming pool,
do follow a stream that bubbles
up to a natural pool
where the sun and sky is reflected in
but it's as if something glistens
under the depths of it and the wild aloes
do grow around the rocky bank
and I am reminded of Nonqawuse
who had led her own Xhosa nation to annihilation
and caused almost everyone
to die from hunger.
[Reference: "Crowds of Xhosas gathered at the pool" by Gert Strydom.]
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