Fear

A Poem

By Nkateko Masinga


If you still have your trigger finger

And your punching fists 

Your township mob justice 

Your mothers with whistles  

Your seven-month self-defence course 

If you remember your second-year Anatomy course 

Particularly the Stab wound lecture 

Bring them all

Use them now 

Because how we feared men at night 

Back then 

Is how we fear them in broad daylight now 

Even in our own homes