The play had finished. There were a hundred
or so children of Orange Farm township –
a large, informal city of mostly
shacks, few paved roads, limited clean water.
These seven, eight, nine year olds lucky enough
to be in school had shrieked with fearful delight,
laughed with wonder, their imaginations
transforming the double classroom’s bare,
austere walls into Dumisani’s
journey through English, Sotho, Venda
Xhosa, Zulu so he could play his drum.
To thank us,