I sleep by day and I forage by night
I am the pelican
That hunts by night
I am the Manakadan I
Dine alone at midnight
I am the bee I sleep
All day long but stay out
Of the reach of my sting
When my stomach groans
Like a croc to hunger
I sleep by day and forage
By night.The day is bad
The sun is too polluted
Don't tell me
The day's bad news
My night's been bad enough
I sleep by day
I forage by night
I make my nightly forays
Past houses I hear
The muffled cries
And the night piercing
Screams.Don't tell
Me you were on the scene
The day belongs
To the kind and the moody
Everything that happens
With good intentions
Is a crime by night
I sleep by day
At midnight I step out
To collect their corpses
Don't tell me
The day's bad news
My night's been bad enough
I sleep by day
I forage by night
Somebody who is
A university graduate used
To come to me
In the night
I mixed the juju man's
Potion for him
He gets a good salary now
Others are happy mothers
Today they come to the
Shrine of crisis at midnight
And they chant the good
Fortunes of their good luck
Happy so so marriages
That's just to show how
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poem by Ngaka Motaung
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