When survival is a reflex:Frying eggs with Vaseline petroleum jellyMixing porridge with a gunCooking soup in a Koo Baked Beans canPutting fake coins inside the cup of a homeless beggar in the cornerThere is war in my mindJo’burg stinks of pain, money, sex and drugs.I am flesh to this city of bonesBut yet my soul wants to be consumed by the spirits of the midnight dust
-Ayanda Ngema
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