At the festival of Letters, they say:
Greet Harry when you meet at the Academy
When you learn about Rodney at the Gallery
How anxious I was to deliver
Could not foresee the tempestuous winds of the Island
The same week as Mangaliso
Not long after Veronica

But one day the revellers shall be bolder
The smithereens of Change shall be stronger
Out of the sea they shall manoeuvre
Left-handed like the prisoner against the wave not dither
The same week as the reader…