Growing up, I used to be told that in order for someone to be irreplaceable one should be different. But the question for me is – what makes a person different?

Music, my diversity, my personality, my life, my appearance and my purpose. Music made a huge difference in my life in a way that I feel like I was born to speak through it. It changed my mentality, and it changed the way I look at things. Rap is the weapon I carry to be different and to make a difference. Rap is not that hard to master, but it is very difficult to live without. I spend hours, days, minutes, seconds, split seconds and everything that tells time reciting to myself my world and the people around me.

This is a story of music…

When Vusi was a young kid he was introduced to hip-hop by his father. He grew up in the noisy streets of Soweto. Everyone was passionate about what they were doing, and the majority of people wanted the place strictly for Pantsula people.

One day Vusi’s father was away overnight and Vusi decided to sneak into his father’s room and started listening to his father’s records. He played them through the rotating motions of the chilling vinyl grip. He stayed awake hours and hours until he was forced to go to bed.

The following day he woke up feeling different. His mind was full of sounds, and was more calm and present. Ever since that day, the kid was a slave to music and couldn’t spend a day without hip-hop. The music changed the way he thought, dressed, and spoke.

In his community people hated the type of music he was listening to. They thought that he acted as though the music and his style made him superior. He got many enemies in the township.