eaten. The villagers were too afraid to fetch water. The wealthy man suffered a lot because
he had plenty of cattle, and no water. He offered two cattle to whoever could get him water.
Nekoto went to her grandmother and told her of the news, her grandmother told her that
these creatures are very fond of singing and dancing. Nekoto went to the river, and she
danced loudly (traditional dance) so the creature could hear her, they began to drool,
anticipating the meal. When they heard her singing, they could not contain themselves, they
began to hum along, then when they heard her dancing, they began to dance along, then
they began to sing very loudly. While they were singing and dancing, Nekoto would collect
the water, and before they knew it, she would be gone. She repeated this until she had
plenty of water. The creatures humiliated, and angry, left the village forever. Nekoto was
given her price and many other gifts by the villagers, and she was never poor again.
Poem
I am Keamogetsi joseph Molapong
And I am Namibian; born that way
Some comrades claimed over the years
That my surname does not sound Namibian
Comrades, this Namibia is my country
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When you left the country to the administrators
and opted to fight from beyond the borders
I was already here, breathing the cloud of dust
You left behind, the same dust that covered our blood
Covered screams, the graves of many people, lives
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You left in such a hurry; you forgot your memory,
Escaped the land that called after you, comrades
The soil missed the naked feet with which you massaged
Its aching belly, ageing silly, hissing in anger, loneliness
I was there the day you left for the unknown, exile, freedom
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I have seen things, experienced segregation, survived it.
Time brought the enemy to my doorsteps, to our hearts
I have felt the breath of the enemy against my black skin
The rage of the master was never tamed, it burst by itself
Yes comrades, I was taught to be inferior, made to die young
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I was here when you came back, listened to your stories, visions
You kept on talking, I listened, and I heard every single word you said
Felt the pain in my soul, for I knew what I told me, I understood
Yes comrades, I was part of the process, but inside the country, home
I too had tales to tell, ideas to share, visions to secure our feedom
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