It is true that the grass is not always greener on the other side of the wall. Everybody on the other side yet knows but ain’t telling.

The city of gold bears no gold more. It is now filled with dirt and empty promises. A hallow illustration of what it was once. Such a perfect imperfection.

As I count the fourth day without something to eat. Everyone is too busy minding their own business to notice any odd.

Not even a bite just a million glasses of sugar water for energy whenever I am about to pass out. I have never liked it from when I could remember.

I instantly get reminded of it once forming part of each and every little meal I had when growing up.

Pap and a fried egg I stole from my evil stepgrandmother’s chicken’s nest. As I now dwell on those memories I start appreciating them even more. I had a lot that I did not see then, blinded by the thirst of the greneer grass on the other side of the scenario.

I now hunger for that pap omelette and thirst for that sugar water.

The big city is not playing fair, you better humble your head.

The good ones never last, they break until they lose all consciousness and start breathing hate, brewing selfish thoughts.

No one is a real friend unless you have something to give. The ones receving have no limits, until pockets are filled with emptiness. They keep taking.

Hey, hi, brada, guy, mogal! As I type and erase text, attempt to ask for a loan. I had to be smart about it.

“You are in Jozi, no one has ever posted, hungry and stood on socials. Jozi is great such a beautiful lie.

It had to be the smallest loan. I had to carefully maintain my status. As little as possible, R100. It had to be as casual as it could be,reason like just broke and bored or in need of data. Cheesy.

As my stomach rumbled violently, I pour buckets full of glitter and made my situation glow like gold. I woke up, got ready and fixed myself. Broke has never looked this good, I swear.

Everyone was too busy, rushing, too busy pretending!

Jozi nomore land of gold but full of gold diggers!