Kasi Girls (Dassenhoek) Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

Standing here in the corner

Everything seems so clear now

Clear enough to tell what is real going on

The perfection was never an issue

But limit is something of worth living.

Little girls walking hopelessly in the street.

Around ten years old or little older

Not being vulnerable to the known rapists

But dangerous to themselves.


Carrying they young lives in plastics bags

Watching future wives and women leaders

Puffing and passing cigarettes onto friends.

Listening whispering about that young man passing.

'I've passed that one my friend he is too boring'


I've watched those seems old sisters from high school.

Telling boys on their age that they are young.

Maybe fourtheen years or little more.

Changing man in the hood like underwears.

Drinking alcohol like 100% juice

All weekends they know who got paid.

Elders are tired of talking they now watching.

Watching the bioscope live

Soon you will see them with tanks in their front.

The father maybe no where to be found, government will help.

Bad news it twins, Aids and little one.

If you aren't a drinking guy then you aren't their type.

You don't work, better have something bring you money.