to Veseevete, silently
had i not gone to Okakarara
you would not have talked to me
had you not talked to me
i should not have dared the Omaheke
had i not dared the Omaheke
i should not have met their spirits
under the merciless sun
under a comforting acacia
the spirits of old warriors and young
the spirits of chief and herdboy
the spirits of mothers and barren wives
the spirits of sucklings on their mothers’…
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