Poem
Ronelda Kamfer
LITTLE CARDO
Cardo was bornbut no one was expecting him
his mom was sixteen
and his dad community builder of the year
his granny was a cashier
and his step-granddad drank to kill the pain
Cardo was a handsome kid
with a dark skin and light eyes
handsome enough to speak English
he loved to play three sticks
and rotten eggs in the street
Tietie Gawa from the mobile stall said
Cardo was a little angel
The evening before Cardo’s first day
at secondary school
the Schoolboys fired crackers in the road
Cardo peeked out of the window
the bullet got stuck in his throat
his mom didn’t cry
the politicians planted a small tree
the Cape Doctor ripped it out
and threw it where the rest
of the Cape’s dreams lie –
on the flats
© Translation: 2021, Robert Dorsman
KLEIN CARDO
KLEIN CARDO
Cardo was geboremaar niemand het hom verwag nie
sy ma was sestien
en sy pa gemeenskapsbouer vannie jaar
sy ouma was ’n cashier
en sy stiefoupa het gedrink virrie pyn
Cardo was ’n mooi klong
met ’n donker vel en ligte oë
mooi genoeg om Engels te praat
hy’t gehou van drie stokkies
en vrottie eier innie pad speel
Tietie Gawa vannie mobile het gesê
Cardo was ’n engelkind
Die aand voor Cardo se eerste dag
op grootskool
het die Schoolboys klappers innie pad geskiet
Cardo het by die venster uitgeloer
die koeël het in sy keel gaan sit
sy ma hettie gehuil nie
die politicians het ’n boompie geplant
en die Kaapse Dokter het hom uitgepluk
en gegooi waar die res
vannie Kaap se drome lê –
oppie vlaktes
© 2008, Ronelda Kamfer
From: Noudat slapende honde
Publisher: Kwela,
From: Noudat slapende honde
Publisher: Kwela,
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LITTLE CARDO
Cardo was bornbut no one was expecting him
his mom was sixteen
and his dad community builder of the year
his granny was a cashier
and his step-granddad drank to kill the pain
Cardo was a handsome kid
with a dark skin and light eyes
handsome enough to speak English
he loved to play three sticks
and rotten eggs in the street
Tietie Gawa from the mobile stall said
Cardo was a little angel
The evening before Cardo’s first day
at secondary school
the Schoolboys fired crackers in the road
Cardo peeked out of the window
the bullet got stuck in his throat
his mom didn’t cry
the politicians planted a small tree
the Cape Doctor ripped it out
and threw it where the rest
of the Cape’s dreams lie –
on the flats
© 2021, Robert Dorsman
From: Noudat slapende honde
From: Noudat slapende honde
LITTLE CARDO
Cardo was bornbut no one was expecting him
his mom was sixteen
and his dad community builder of the year
his granny was a cashier
and his step-granddad drank to kill the pain
Cardo was a handsome kid
with a dark skin and light eyes
handsome enough to speak English
he loved to play three sticks
and rotten eggs in the street
Tietie Gawa from the mobile stall said
Cardo was a little angel
The evening before Cardo’s first day
at secondary school
the Schoolboys fired crackers in the road
Cardo peeked out of the window
the bullet got stuck in his throat
his mom didn’t cry
the politicians planted a small tree
the Cape Doctor ripped it out
and threw it where the rest
of the Cape’s dreams lie –
on the flats
© 2021, Robert Dorsman
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