Smoked Dreams of Sofia Town

We have touched the reflections of Sofia Town in our dreams

Felt the pulse and the afflictions of our people

Kept to the red roofed, haunted houses and sassy Shebeen queens.

The escape from being black in the smoke

The silence of those led to the slaughter

On that Oak tree in Bertha Street,

Fought for their title deeds

Next to the pasop die hond signage

Peace which our ancestors ground their teeth to keep.

The beret and the love of Jazz music

The joy under of the roof came

With a new name

As gifted Hugh Masikela and the young Miriam Makeba

Kept the sorrow from the soul

The dense mist locked the pain away

Heard of the fables of Es’kia Mphahlele and Can Themba

Under the Large loud eyes of Drum Magazine

The tears, laughter, and dreams of Fort Hare University

We have touched the reflections of Sofia Town in our dreams.