I am a nourished poet who stays in Khayelitsha. I am the last boy in my home and the last generation of my clan. My life has its ups and downs, but I have always been stronger except not right now. I am feeling like an outsider in my own community because of my successes. Jealousy has been always their mission to end a life. My success has brought its ups for me, to take my life forward. I was born with a mission to love my home and my community, but now I don’t know my mission in this great world I live in.
A wise man once said “We don’t choose where we are born but we choose our own destiny”. I became a poet through the darkest time of my life and my friends hated that I was a poet. They tried to bring me down, but they failed. It became an objective for them to make me fail. I always thought that I was a hero in my community, but now I despise what I had thought. I now understand how it feels to be an outsider, it does hurt but it only makes you stronger in the end and being loved is priceless. I met some bad and good heroes, but I had always valued motivation in this journey of life.
How did this hatred all start? It all started when I was 14. I was starting high school and I was the brightest student. Everyone wanted to be like me, but I always had a problem with that. On one occasion, I saw this boy crying for comfort. What I didn’t know was that was all a trap. I was tortured and these people kidnapped me and knocked me out. When I woke up those boys wanted to kill me and send my living soul to hell. As I started praying, a hero of mine saved me from hell, from those boys because they were the devil’s soldiers.
The devil started infecting his poison to my people as he wanted me to be lonely in this world. I was told I had these special powers but I couldn’t get intact with it. I let the devil win. Even my hero turned his back on me. I was even lonelier because my family was dead. My community started picking on me. As I thought my life was over, a special friend saved me. I always thanked that person as I told him what happened. He left me in the desert and told me to figure out what was happening in my community. I am still walking in the desert of Africa. The last generation of my clan vows to find the devil himself. My life is gone forever, but my spirit shall rise in the walk of loneliness and help heal my community. I’m feeling like an outsider in my own community and in the end I will win this fight of hate.