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A Blues Sonnet for Jan

Event: Anglo-Boer War 1899–1902—Measles epidemic in the concentration camps.
In the voice of: Sannie Botha (a survivor).

Jan’s cough kept me awake all through the night.
The children are all coughing in the night;
the fevers gave us all a mighty fright.

The red, now itchy, spots on body parts;
“Oh! Son Jan, don’t you scratch the itchy parts,
as scabs and scars will follow just like warts.”

If only I had negosiekist* at hand.
The muthi† in friend's kist – her helping hand – 
but mothers dug graves with bare hands in sand.

Now I might stop to shake my balled fist.
The Tommies‡ shake their riffles in tight fists;
they're no older than Jan when they enlisted.

The torment was breaking all of our hearts
and the fragile peace brokered, never lasts. 


Copyright © Suzette Richards

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