When I talk about the smell of sweat
I am talking about you not me
and you did not know I was going
to write this about you, all
those years ago.
For as a young boy I was
a witness to your endeavours
and struggles for a voice
who came with Tat-ta
The man we never saw.
I wish we had never lived there
that there had been nothing to see
at all but your smile on a postcard
from South down by the river
known as Limpopo.