I didn’t have to find out this way,
But I did.
Wind raging outside as I heard him say
I didn’t have to heave back a sigh
But I did
That slow smart grin at cheeky eye
Coloured time we had,
Running on our nerves
You taught me the Chiefs
Holding your son aloft
“A new striker is born”
Coloured time we had
You in your bubble of girls
I, on the edge of the drop,
But you kept a hand out
In case it, just in case.
But remember what I said
That day, after they caved your head
That week, tube up, hands bound
And we gathered round?
“There are people who love, there are people who call you”
You came back then, half of you,
Maybe a bit more, no soft shuffle of hands
But the glint hiding just, just, just a little.
We stopped running colour, then.
Maybe I should have dared to, then.
I have reasons, they mattered, then.
I have things, useless now, but then.........
So, Sello, hear Sello, wake Sello
There are people who love you still
And you lived for us then
Though I lose you once more
There are those who live for you still