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54 Egoli Blues Spirits of the living-dead Of a night sublime, a morning maimed I thought I heard the echo of your call Someone switched the skin of my birth bedhead The scroll on which was scribbled my name Generations before my birth monrovia? brazzaville? east London? pretoria? anna-andrewtown? In the name of space, what position do I play? Forward, centre, right in or left out? Egoli, I thought I heard the echo Spirits of the Ancestors Tell me, that my children I may tell And the children of my children Note: Egoli – city of gold (Johannesburg, South Africa) ...

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