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koketso Jan 2016
Lethargic energies found on the corner street
Dreams devoured by their caustic cigar
Infatuated with not what to eat...
All the seek is the next bottle of liquor


The women selling mealies and vetkoeks
Hoping for at least, a penny
The kids are back from school but too hungry to entertain books
No wonder these kids grow to be as fatuous as Lenny
I have not won my own bread,
How can i be a breadwinner ?
When i do not even have bread to butter.
Battering myself as to how to own my own bakery, when i don't even have butter.
Seeing myself as a baker owning my own bakery is like a hot-knife through butter in my mental visual.
How do i turn visual into mental?
I decided to turn dreams into reality,
And make my own dow.
And i did not win my own bread.
It is not easy as it looks. Not even as they say.
I tried to be as smooth as grinned wheat,flour.
I tried to be as sweet as honey,
Because i did not want diabetese.
I tried to add taste like salt, to balance the flavour.
I tried to humble myself and not self-raise like yeast.
I even tried not to be hot or cold,
And be lukewarm.
With all these ingredients in the mix, i thought i was going to make dow easy.
And make a winner-bread.
I even thought i contained myself best.
It was messy,
My dow did not even make it to par but atleast to the pan ( of the pen ).
I was confused ,
I did not know what to make of this.
With this dow, i could not bake bread.
I could not bake muffins. I could not bake cake.
I was so steamed up,
Like dow in hot water for steam-bread.
All i could see was wasteful expenditure,
And a waste of resources. Not to speak of energy.
Until i shifted my thinking into acting,
I moved from domestic baker to business baker.
And i made 'Amagwinya' (vetkoeks), now i have bread for snack.

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