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Boy on a Swing by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Boy on a Swing by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali Slowly he moves to and fro, to and fro, then faster and faster he swishes up and down.
His blue shirt billows in the breeze like a tattered kite.
The world whirls by: east becomes west, north turns to south; the four cardinal points meet in his head.
Mother! Where did I come from? When will I wear long trousers? Why was my father jailed?
Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali
Boy on a Swing by Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali He moves slowly back and forth, back and forth, then he goes faster and faster swinging up and down.
His blue shirt flutters in the wind like a worn-out kite.
The world spins around: the east turns into west, the north changes to south; the four main directions come together in his mind.
Mother! Where did I come from? When will I wear long pants? Why was my father imprisoned?
Oswald Mbuyiseni Mtshali