Sinoxolo Neo Musangi was born someone else. Years later they became Xhosa and was renamed Sinoxolo by Igbo gods, and Neo by a fold in their heart, in the presence of Tsonga spirits near Mt. Kenya. That was a century and twenty three years after the police had fired at a crowd protesting against the eight-hour work day in Chicago.
Monday, September 9, 2013
“Unakuwanga na madharau sana, Boss”
My eyes vacillate between his
and the club faltering in his hand
There is an immense air of indecisiveness,
my eyes and his club need to act, almost
I could give him an all-knowing
look then a few words of calling out
All at the risk of having this
club decide on a plan of action
He has been watching me or imagining
folks like me
His frustration is almost tangible
He has that
I look at him not threateningly
All the same
The door to the Ladies bangs
Shall we talk shit?
A woman screams as I enter the
Another complains about men raping
women in toilets
Yet another deliberates with a
stranger on how best to box this dude
I hear hushed tones and whispers deliberately
A tiny bit of my boxer shorts is trapped
somewhere in my pants’ zip
Arghh, did they have to write Jesus
on this door?
My bladder is giving way and Jesus
won’t help for shit!
One drop of piss, one tiny drop
I just broke my zip, and my head
is trying to offend everyone equally
For equality sake swear at ‘em all
The bloody security guard, fucken’
and this Jesus who lets sinners
write his name in a freaking toilet cubicle!
Can’t I just piss in peace White
In this silence, I hear him say ‘no’
So fuck you!
I stand inside this cubicle afraid
to get out
Reading signs instructing people
how not to crap and piss
This makes me want to weep, signs
Elaborate reminders on flushing
as though anyone recycles that kak
So we’ve reached a point where we can
but cannot reliably get our piss and poo into a hole!
I straighten my tie, struggle to
zip up and I am out of here
Thinking of the irony of the ewe
and ram pictures on these doors
A guard in braids, boots and a tie
once defining me by clothes
imagine we’ve achieved a downright utopian society