Tshabalala


Tshabalala

he stands in front of shoprite
leaning on a red trolley
hawkers crouched in front
of their fruit and vegetables
along the alley.

people walk out the store
carrying yellow plastic bags
he runs up to them
offers to carry their groceries.

when pressed for the toilet
he runs to odd fellows
asks the ethiopian man for toilet paper
the bar man rolls him some paper
and he dashes to the corner.

he stays with his sister
in a rented room
their mother passed on
he hasn’t been able to find a job
despite his tertiary education.

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