Masego, did the man who took you as you played
With the children in the street,
His sister amongst their number, smile at you
As he lured you away to your death?
Did he ever stop to think his sister was
Just like you or did he instead forget you
Were a little girl as he imprisoned you in a room
Leaving you at the mercy of men who
Raped you as they drank cider
And lost their humanity?
Did a single thought of remorse
Pass through his worthless head
When he led you away again, in pain and sobbing
to the Sangoma who had offered money
For your tender body and then,
Depending on which of his versions is the truth,
Held you down whilst that miserable excuse
For a traditional healer sprinkled you with water
Opened you up like a corpse
As you screamed and pleaded and cried
And removed your womb, cut off your breast
And took your bladder with his bare hands
Before you died in agony on that dirt floor?
May a curse rest on all who harmed you and
All those who pay for and trade in this obscene traffic
May they never get a moment’s peace or blessing in their short lives
And may your screams haunt them from this life to the next.