An African player dribbles
Like a village herd boy
Rounding up his father’s goats
Through the grasses full of surprises
When the sun is going down
And he must drive his goats’ home.
He knows all the lowland paths
That trellis the vlei in plan
And the high-land highways
Curving through gap and pass
Past the shanks of swaying trees
To the green pastures in the penalty box
There to startle long balls that dash like squirrels.
Tribute to
Samuel Etoo
Peter Ndlovu
After watching an AFCON game