Back To The Future

Sitting here alone, reminiscing, taking my mind back to the days of the past.
We’d play Baby cry to feel the beat on our phones.
Now we have our babies crying on our arms.
DJ Call me had us dancing till our backs hurt.
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We never needed alcohol, the only chemical reaction we knew was the sugar dissolving in water particles.
We’d go to school with shorts, man time wheels.
They had real balls purchased from the stores, bitch you don’t know what we’d do with that empty plastic of Vikings and Omega chips not forgetting the one of bread.
In the gravel cars were the giving way to us, playing spin tops till our stomachs cry and fingers hurts.
When heatwaves hit the day, we’d heat up in nature’s own swimming pools in the river, old beards and young ones.
Down in dumps…
We were so talented; we had no competitors in SA GOT TALENT
I’m talking about the boys in the hood.
It was in our blood,
All we needed was mic, hit that beat and we let you feel the heat.
We had dreams performing on big stages.
I guess those were just childhood fantasies because reality hit so hard, we slept and woke up in the world’s nightmare.
We were doctors, nurses, soldiers, soccer superstars I mean you name it all.
We had millionaires, engineers, I mean Basterds who would build you that Shoprite trailer with their fingertips using that wire and plastic bottle lids for wheels.
We were crazy, time to time we were cows swimming in the deep and rinse ourselves in the river.
We did not care happiness is all that was there.
We never had breakfast, in the pasture,
Those Guavas and Figs were the only way to break the fast.
At 4 am we would kick those blankets and go for hunting and return when the heavenly master goes to sleep so as we.
We were kings we wore crowns made of clay, that’s how we used to play.
Always eager to go to school the next day just to see that one girl whose beauty gives you goosebumps.
Fast forward dreams faded, going to mountains for initiation school and wear that hat was the only indication that we made it,
Dropping out of school with no matric became the newly trend.
We became criminals each one of us can tell how it’s like to have that rope tied in your hands.
Stripes in our bodies showing consequences of bad mentality and scuffs of growing up in the village of small dreams.
If we were still in school, we’d get A for chemistry cause we really know how to mix these chemicals, put them in the paper, ignite and get high out of chemical reactions
That is the thing that only matters even though we know we don’t matter in our community.
B in math because of the way we’re able to multiply pain and unhealthy mindset, divide family create conflicts and confusions and add the pieces of the puzzles just to paint a vivid picture of who’s trying to knock us down.
A again in workshops, now I have to admit some do bend earth day in and out just to make sure they stand for their manhood and never let that family sleep with empty stomachs
We never got enough knowledge at schools, but we know about fitness and staying healthy so that mountain can tell how our muscles have grown climbing it.
They said hard work beats talent but tell me why my boys are still stuck in the same hood while they kick that ball like it was something they started while they were still in their mother’s womb.
Soccer practices every day, the daily routine of a dreamer working hard to be recognised.
We used to make cars with fence wires. OGs, the engineers not knowing we were going to end driving taxis and working At Taxi ranks.
Back to the small town we grew up on.
We never had it easy, no one was better, so we had no idea how it’s like to grow up in a warm shelter where we don’t have to sit by the fire when we shiver.
Maybe this why the dreams of having that double story and driving C class SUV vanished in the smoke of air we breathe and exhaled visions.
Now we high in the same place we always knew, no dreams, no change, no plan, no vision but death hunting us one by one till we all perish.

- Sinako