Living in a muddy
house
With no wardrobe
even appliances
Or nor furniture.
A kraal house was
mine.
Mostly unwashed
clothes.
Eating myself.
Eating the soil as
it is.
Wearing an old
overall of municipality.
My favourite t-shirt
with Joy ur
life,
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
Right time”
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.