Dream of Being Nothing Died by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

(a dedication to my son Jacques Mateya Jr)

I was nothing.
Despite my aid and abet.
Selflessness and Sacrifices made.
Still nothing

As nothing as ant.
Like mild breeze

Nothing was nothing like me.
Precious time was like a quiet moments
Door protested as it opened slowly
Still nothing

I was there like a doll
Cactus saluted those who drove past
Time flies and waits for no one.

Indeed nothing.
Nothing stay on Nothing.

Power of being Nothing
Is Pain of being Nothing.

Being a father is beyond belief

He was born in Thabakhubedu. the dusty streets of Thabakhubedu in Dennilton have seen his up rising, this rural part of Limpopo [South Africa] completed my life so he say.He went to Thabakhubedu primary school, when he was in grade 4 he moved to Mothibedi Primary School and matriculated in Nala secondary school, He holds B.com degree from University of Limpopo, Worked for Ndlovu Care Group and currently he is working for Elias Motsoaledi local municipality.