the departed gods of the postcolony

the Xhosa cattle killing only begins to make sense through the words of Aeschylus...
"for they say that when a town is taken, all her gods depart."

Greece

I loved the way the water lapped over me. This was the penultimate “cozy” experience; being tucked into the ocean, waves forming blankets—being quilted into the throws of sparkling white crests and other toothpaste aesthetics. I lay quiet, in a mock alligator pose, trying to gently coax myself (through stillness) to synchronize with the ocean’s rhythm.