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ОглавлениеThis line came, it just came, but now I am trying to think what I can call this verse. What title can I give this verse about me? “Mokgethi”?
Yes, Mokgethi is my name, so why not call it “Mokgethi”?
No. Mokgethi is my name, but the poem is about part of Mokgethi. Mokgethi is a me that I came to know and understand and there is still a future Mokgethi that I do not know, do not understand as yet. But this verse has a last line – it is already complete before it even started. Mokgethi still has a way to go before she can come to an end.
What about “Mokgethi at Seventeen”?
Good but not making it.
“How I Lost My Virginity.”
Hmm ... That is too blunt and degrading.
“A Woman Alone”?
There is a book called A Woman Alone.
What about “A Girl Alone”?
No.
“One Saturday Afternoon”?
No.
“Saturday the Seventh of August”?
No, that does not sum it up.
After much thinking and wasting time, trying to come up with a suitable title for this verse, I resort to calling it “Untitled” and write Untitled at the top of the page:
