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Baobab silhouettes satellite information
to the border species of navigation.
Watching your every move, trepidation.
Make a deal with a bus driver in desperation.
He hides you in the empty spare tyre
stow away baby, bye bye.
If they catch you don’t be a pussy and cry
or fumble and fidget, just lie:
“I lost my passport, my mother is sick
I’m hungry and Mugabe is a dick”.
Then beat yourself down till your last light flick.
Not to worry, in Musina blood dries real quick.

The despair here can make a man do silly things.

There is no I in freedom.
And no shame in desperation.