Today is Slie’s last day at frayintermedia.
She joined us as an intern in 2007 and became a permanent staffer after serving her time. We fell into an easy friendship, jamming out spoken word in the smokeroom while she taught me bits of Xhosa and decided I was black enough.
She’s moving on up to a great position as a communications someone-or-other at an organisation in Pretoria. I have no doubt that she will step up and up and on and on. She has the determination and drive to succeed for herself, and for her child.
Her little boy’s second name is Xhosa for ‘rain’, and that’s what’s inspired my first rhyming poem in years.
I know a rainmaker;
I know a deep thinker;
a float neversinker,
an eyeswideopen blinker.
I know a rainpath guider;
a light strider,
a feetforward glider.
I know a rainmaker.
And I don’t mind the drizzle.
It’s got beat. I can hear it.
Saalz, thanks muffin for making smoking worthy of its tobacco. Enkosi kakulu ntombentle, abahlobo abanje ngawe ayingabo lahlwa.
@ David – Saal and I plan a collabo soon, so thanks for the vote of confidence.
In modern day location (pronounced locksheen) taal
i would have enjoyed listening to both of you jamming words – interesting…
i wish i could say:
Ndithetha isiXhosa kancinci nje
Visiting angels 🙂
Awww saal 🙂
rainmaker…. oooooooooohh i know one too 😀
… good one, saals…
i dont mind the drizzle 🙂