it has only been 17 years,                      and i am counting to the 18th one,     but my life seems like it has been there forever.                                                                                                          A journey not to be forgetten,             seeing dead bodies everywhere,         people crying, bodies and houses burning.                                      Hearing sreams, insults and guns firing everywhere,                                  all that i have done is to care more about the lifes of peple i dont know,     and forgetting about my life.              My life is one i would love to care about,                       for it lacks a room of happiness

if only i could i would open up to the world, let everybody know that i care, but my hands are short i cannot wrap myself around them. If only i could i would let the whole world know that i love them for my Jesus lives.

i am African, Yes i am black, i live under the same sun as yours, yes we are one.   Why battle with one another, the xenophobia attacks in my country should end, shops are looted, houses burnt down, children fear going to school and hundreds are left homeless.     What happended to South Africa being known as a Rainbow Nation? After 22 years of democracy why do we still fight, defensless statues are destroyed, histroy is wiped away and all that is left is faces without races, let us put our weapons down and rather love than fight.

little children are abondoned by thier parents,                                                  left to raise each other on their own,  learn to survive in the streets,            forced to live under the influence of drugs and earn a living from mugging.                                                         ­                                                    Mothers forced to labour with children on thier backs,                         they rather sleep with empty stomachs sacrifising only for their children.                                                        ­                                                    Man begging for food,they nolonger know how to give.                          They wear shreaded clothes and survive from the tiny bread crumps thrown into trash cans.                They sleep under the fierce weathers, the wind cutting through thier skin and all that keep them warm is plastic bags.                                                            ­                                 What ever happened to my country is surely brutal South Africa can never be the same again unless we change it.

the days of our childhood are gone,
where one was at ease.
we cared less about our looks, our dress codes and how our friends were,
but now the story is different.
the pure souls were buried with our childhood days.
and now what we see is a world we want to explore.