Memories of my failed attempts mock me
I’ve tried, I’m not hired
I pity my concerns to be a candidate for success
What are the reasons?
What are the excuses?
Is it my dark skin
Is it this cruel world
Is it this bad country
Is it this unfair life
Is it this deserting force
I look at black lives in these streets
Hopeless, with no zeal to live
I look at black lives
And my mind gives birth to words such as these…
He attended primary school at Thethezakho where he grew an interest in sketch drawing, later went to P.J Simelane Secondary school. As he grew fond of reading books his art form of drawing evolved into a word form, storytelling and displaying his thoughts and matters of his heart became poetry.
He lives in Dobsonville, mostly stays in his room and let’s his solitude evoke pieces of poetry of a different life magnitude.