Newspaper clippings pinned on the wall
And little photo albums
That's all that's left
All that's left
Of Noxolo
A pretty smooth head and men's pants
Her forehead stuck against the windows
She wasn't afraid of anything
Afraid of anything
Noxolo
She slept like a stone
Before daybreak
A little to the east of Johannesburg
She loved covering her feet with dust
She loved spitting in the water
She drank beer well
Like a brother
Noxolo
She said her prayers
Before daybreak
A little to the east of Johannesburg
She loved the sweetness of night
And the loving lips of her lover1
Under their tin roof, shoulder against shoulder
Oh, how nice it was to live like that
Without making a fuss, without making noise
Just being on the same bed
They2 waited for her by the wayside
Walled with wordless hatred
She didn't see anything coming
Didn't see it coming
Noxolo
Under the orange moon, the glass shards
Became knives
Then, they left her there
Noxolo
She was found yesterday
Before daybreak
A little to the east of Johannesburg
1. Female2. Male