Remembrance

View flying out of Port Elizabeth.

Toe ek klein was
was ek opgewonde om in die vliegtuig te spring
en 'n wolk van die hemel te steel.
My Tupperware was gepak,
ek wou dit soos spookasem in my bakkie bere
en saamvat na die plek waar ek uiteindelik met skool sou begin
en vir 'n jaar geen vriende sou hê nie
omdat ek nie swart was en tog uit Afrika gekom het.


*The first time I can remember flying was in 1994, when I was six years old and we were moving to Geneva. I packed a Tupperware bowl with a lid so that I could open my window and put a piece of cloud into it, like stealing candy floss from the sky.