A journey from Soweto to Jozi have turned a suicide note, Written like a poem through every inch the Shosholoza cover.
We survive anyway, With the apartheid legacy written on our bleeding skins, The rainbow nations I have seen are the slashes painted on my father’s skin.
Every day we survive crime, ***, cancer and the brutality of our own negative thoughts.
Every time I enter the train I see depressed souls, I see the effects of apartheid although we try so much to act like it never happened. Shosholoza is a name of a train in South Africa that is used by mostly Black people, a third class train.
We worship the net We understand the reason why google starts with 'go..' We give the 'd' while praying in our inboxes, The only place we think under, these boxes.
I was blinded by the Jozi city lights, Chasing false fortunes, Got lost in people's comments and complements. Last time I closed my eyes I was somewhere in South Africa. Today am somewhere on google map, Planting trigo-station every time I get high.
If you find me standing before the burning bridges, Show me a path leading to the South Africa Mandela was talking about.