I’m from a place of dusty roads
I’m from a land hidden in despair
I’m from a place filled with halos devouring youths’ lives with no soul reapers to put others in place
I’m from the land where our sisters and brothers swim in a pond of substance abuse
I’m from a place where every halo gets to devour some souls.

I’m from a place of wolves covered in sheep coats
I’m from a place where bewildering is within
I’m from a place filled with betrayal and greed
Where people are friendly when it’s beneficial
Where we laugh and smile together but doesn’t mean we want what’s best for you
Where success is triple mountain Kilimanjaro and you have to climb with teeth
I’m from a place where trust is golden – not to give anyone.

I’m from a place where development is far-fetched
I’m from a place where we inhale corruption
Where bribery crawls underneath us
Where youths’ right to sport and recreation is shattered, leaving melancholy faces
I’m from a place where generosity and giving back leaves after our ballot paper Xs
I’m from a place where reincarnation of the devoured youth is abolished
I’m from a place where reanimation of the fallen youth is doubtful
I’m from a place where youth is beaten into a pulp as they turn to amaphara

I’m from a place where poverty and agony is tattooed on our face and pale skin
Where we have to beg and steal
Where job opportunities pass like immigrants entering borders
Where only the corrupt leave a happy life
I’m from a place called Zwelisha.