Outa

As I stood to one side to let him go out, she asked: “Daddy, is he an uncle or an outa?”

Secondly, there is an old black man, the Outa, who stumbles in from the dark to die beside their fire.

The reference is to a cheerful little ditty, in which an old black man, an ‘outa’, takes the long road to Mebosspruit, playing his tin guitar along the way.

[…] and lo! here’s all humanity hep and weird wandering on the evening sidewalk amazing me outa my eyeballs[…]