KROTOA

Evs (Krotoa)

Krotoa, Krotoa I long to hear

Conforming to that, which is strange and different.

Bound by boundaries rooted deeper than time.

She looks and feels and says difference.

Krotoa, Krotoa I long to hear

Offering that difference to the unknown

Appealing to the humanity of man

I seek no comfort but find solace in change

and springs beyond that which is offered to her

Adopting the name awarded to me,

Regarded as a privilege to say the least.

Failing to flaunt my features I am noticed.

Changing her identity with material value.

Adding transgression, using communication,

feeding evolution.

A vehicle of trade is what i am known for

Krotoa, Krotoa, I long to hear

Two worlds capture the essence of my being

Krotoa, Krotoa, I no longer hear

I now choose the road less travelled by one paved by the other and locate divinity

I conform to that of Eva Van Riebeeck to Eva Van Meerhoff

I long no more to hear

Krotoa, Krotoa

Hearing, meditation

I remain the vehicle o trade and conversation

A revelation indeed

Trying to grasp history by time gone by, sketching an image of immortality.

Deeming the regurgitated facts as a portrayal of ideologies held and lives lived.

Describing the feeless faults, guided by the pen

and the heroic existence absorbed by many.