I come from a place where gunshots are an everyday thing
where the crying of the person next door
is music to other people’s ears
A place where we sleep with news of a person shot
and wake up to news of another innocent soul being killed
A place where the word humanity does not exist
A place where taverns and drug dens are full of the youth
and the schools are empty, including churches
A place filled with “izinyoka”,
a place with no love and a damaged future