But we have children now so
Our past is no longer ours alone,
And outside, the years float
A cork in the water, my hate
Dissolves with the anger in my pocket.
Then later, I drive in the car,
The lamp is no longer hidden,
And I kept on waving,
My hand like light,
Like the air.
(based on the story told by Mr Alwinus Ndodiphela Mralasi to the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, South Africa)