I saw the real dreams on card boards.
“No food, no work, please help”
My pride saw get rich quick schemes and I labeled the carrier of the board lazy. I read the dreams on the card board but I don’t know where they slept to have such nightmares. No faith, no hope I judged a brother.
I saw the future of the country being carried on an elderly woman’s back with a container on her head selling food. My pride saw a thief as I quickly typed a sign and pasted it on the door.
I saw the blisters on her feet but I don’t know how long she walked for the door to be slammed on her face. A walker, as she walks back, a walk of shame I judged a mother.
I saw a female youngster with a bloated stomach and a brown envelope, a lady looking for work. A rape victim who couldn’t finish her matric but my pride saw the little beauty left on her face but she was damaged goods. Township rumours, behind the back gossips and the face of a bleak future I judged a sister.
Before I got off the bus I looked at the window again, I relived the images.
I saw a life, I saw society and I saw dreams but I still turned a blind eye. I saw Azania but I still judged.