I come from a place where…
Dirt, smoke and animal excreta all fuse to form the smell of life
Poor service delivery, crime, poverty and somehow we still survive
We gather on street corners and laugh our pain away using tsotsitaal
Ekse, Eita, Yizo!Our creative lingo, my favourite Taal

A place where people are judged by their looks
Where children spend a longer time on phones than on their books
Souls lost with no chance for redemption
Bullets flying, people dying…Is this the revolution?

A place where young girls lack self-confidence
Believing that it’s only beauty which determines their importance
Boys turned into heartless bullies who never reveal their fears
Expected to bury their pain and never shed any tears

I come from a place where it’s a survival of the fittest
A fight for the strongest and a war for the greatest
Where everyday is a different struggle, a different hustle