The laughter of the wind.
The silence of winter.
The punishment of determination.

As she pushed and pushed!
Moaning to get him out,
It was the realisation of stubbornness being born.

The father in those dark times,
Disappeared like snow in spring
Drowning his shame and sorrow
In dirty skirts and cheap whiskey
In dodgy corners of the Jozi city.

Just before he got his head out of the placenta…
He had a vision! A prophecy!
Life was never going to be “all rainbows and unicorns”
But sweaty palms and lonely nights.

There was light! At the end of the tunnel,
Because Pa returned to the Delivery room
With the realisation of who was coming to the world.
An Artist but not your everyday Picasso.