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Mutserendende Every little boy in my village Can describe with joy and pride How you play the mutserendende game. You chop a healthy munhanzva tree Cut the branches off the stem Then drag the log up a mountain. Like Jesus Christ on a donkey You mount the log, holding tight Then, whoosh, you zoom down. It’s so fast and furious Eyes closed, breath held You surrender all to fate. You land with a big thud Your backsides tattered Bleeding in hot ecstasy. So do many among us Leading life fast and furious Landing with tattered, bleeding souls. 8 ...

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