This poem is undated, it is neither truth, fiction nor lie. It’s what you make of it…

I’m a South African

For I call my two room bedroom house a compound, a part of my inspiration is a youth league graduate formerly introduced to the world as a trouble maker, I defy the Westernized rules by entering parliament with a miner and domestic worker’s uniform.

I’m a South African

The guy who drives me to work every morning scares me more than my boss; I know I could be great but I chose to do just enough. I overly celebrate goals that do not matter like my national team, culture and tradition were once well deep rooted in me, but for now I’m just comfortable being my own Man Crush on any given Monday, with my skhothane shoes being the second ugliest thing apart from my bad credit. Ke phela ka skoloto.

Who am I? I’m ‘The village boy that bought a fancy German car’

Genius Level was never taught to me yet I’ve managed to flirt with it. One of my dreams include going to UCT and becoming a Chartered Accountant. My parents are overly proud of me having made it to University, yet see the confusion in their eyes when asked as to what am I studying?

I’m a South African

I complain about not having the time to do my work yet I spent hours on the TV anticipating dragon fights and a winter that never came. I hate my own kind but I always seem to get attached to TV characters.

I’m a South African

In the commercial playground I’m referred to as newly issued shares.I hang around with other blue chip countries and trade on the stock market with them. I ask for no privileges and sympathy as I know I will one day make it, for one who makes it the hardest, makes it the best. Expensive bottles give me the drive I need to hunger for Le good life I’m gonna attain when I do it big. I don’t wanna be on the cover of a Forbs magazine, I intend being on the cover of my own magazine.

I got shot while I was trying to draw a baby bottle out of my waist in attempts to feed a young nation that hungers for guidance. The African Robin Hood, ba mpitsa Tsotsi.

I’m a South African

With Maleven being my role model, I really should not complain about the crime in this country. I plan to win at this thing called life, but first I have to tell the twitter community about it. At times I actually do feel like I should just get off social media and get a job.

I’m a South African

Fear not, for I am a newly issued share, the market has opened its doors for me and I plan on diversifying my knowledge base and earn return on my efforts. I’m well educated, my library was the river bank where disposal trucks dumbed off millions worth of knowledge inscribed on paper. I turn negatives into positives, hatred into forgiveness. I am young at heart, amazing, motivated and driven!! With one thing in mind, success and beyond!

This is what makes me a South African…

 

**To the youth of ’76**
We are eternally grateful for all you have done for us to be where we are… they truly did let their ideas outlive them.

By Kagiso Maloma

 

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