Lethokuhle Msimang 


The tired beggar in the metro

sings Redemption songs

each time I pass him by,


It happens more often than usual now.

Ever since I shaved my head,

the people gather in small quantities

with refined speeches of solidarity.

They’re convinced I'm part of a movement


but I don't move.


I drop a few coppers in the beggar's empty cup

in good gesture I suppose

or something more.