How many of us could do what that surfer child is doing. This poem was written by Umthombo children who mostly never attended school.  I had one flip chart – call it a wave –  and one pen and about one hour. They used the language of surfing to surf language. All this thanks to CAST.
Single Peak

I am the set to the sea
I am the far king  wax
I am the surf inside the sound
I am catchin the wave next

I am the rip to the curl
I am the re-entry to the wave
I am the centre of the tube
I am the shore to the break

I am the bomb catcher
I am the surfer of the single peak
I am the rider of the barrel
I am the professional of the sea