Living in a muddy house
With no wardrobe even appliances
Or nor furniture.
A kraal house was mine.
Mostly unwashed clothes.
Eating the soil as it is.
Wearing an old overall of municipality.
My favourite t-shirt with Joy
Made me to grieve everyday.
Everyone split at me.
An amorphous face, sad people.
Piss off and fuck you was my daily
Name while I’m trying to hunt food.
Unhealthy food was there for me.
I didn’t die even though it wasn’t funny.
Plenty people come to say cheerio
To the unhealthy smelling guy.
They didn’t even accept me in their prayer.
No, I was dreaming-I was alive.
Never thought about two things
Suicide or crime up.
“Jah will come to me in
Illiterate human like me.
No-one felt a pain.
I started by doing two and
Three I saw a prosper coming far
From me and hate me.
I begged it and pleaded it.
Finally here we go, here I am
Everyone like me
Appreciate me and care for me.
It was horrible.
Exile was my home.
Although apartheid era was over
But I was still a slave.
Absurd, silly and stupid are words
That boil my brain.
Powerless brought honour to me.
I was almost slained.
Nothing interested people from me.
I tried the crowd and get a crown.
All summer rains fell on me inside my home.
All winter cold ate me as a dog eat
A nice born.