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Nightfall in Soweto Nightfall comes like a dreaded disease seeping through the pores of a healthy body and ravaging it beyond repair. A murderer’s hand, lurking in the shadows, clasping the dagger, strikes down the helpless victim. I am the victim. I am slaughtered every night in the streets. I am cornered by the fear gnawing at my timid heart; in my helplessness I languish. Man has ceased to be man Man has become beast Man has become prey. I am the prey; I am the quarry to be run down by the marauding beast let loose by cruel nightfall from his cage of death. Where is my refuge? Where am I safe? Not in my matchbox house Where I barricade myself against nightfall. I tremble at his crunching footsteps, I quake at his deafening knock at the door. “Open up!” he barks like a rabid dog thirsty for my blood. Nightfall! Nightfall! You are my mortal enemy. But why were you ever created? Why can’t it be daytime? Daytime forever more! — Oswald M. Mtshali
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