ninjas are maitjies too

i dunno....im sure it was a ninja...we were all alone walking under the moonlight, no one in sight for miles. me - quietly irritated as usual. him - prancing like the nob he is. there was no wind, but for a moment a slight breeze seemed to rustle the veld around us. i caught a glimpse of something shiny in a tree and, startled, looked up automatically. a distant whirrr grew closer, louder, faster and ended in a sudden thuk next to me.

the second thud was of his body falling at my feet, a shiny metallic star buried amongst his eyes... he had been thrown with a shuriken...he reached up to me for help... i stepped back.

and in the midnight hour i cried: 'more! more! more!'

like the sudden crack of lightning leading a storm on the highveld, a shrill shreak came from overhead and the air filled with the sound of spinning stars. each thuk thuk thuk pressed him back down to the dirt where he belonged. he lay, motionless, his wide eyes frozen in time.

there are ninjas amongst us...they follow me where i go, helping clear the path of pests, prancers and anything they feel like taking out. im coming to matjies, best you keep your eyes peeled.