I walk the streets of Kayamandi and realise that freedom is in our unconscious minds.
I think freedom is trying to tell us something – that having freedom is not really for the smart
It is actually for the domkoppe who think they’re free
And for that give thanks to Mandela, right? Wrong
Give thanks to your stupidity
Give thanks to that blind folder you use to try and avoid that
I am free and ek is ook dom
Give thanks to that womb that filled you with promises of being born into a free and dom country
And please please give thanks to that light you saw when you were born and you thought freedom here I come
But I’m afraid to tell you that light you saw was from the dom shacks of Kayamandi burning down
While you’re on that I thought I should hit the roads of Soweto and guess what I found –
I found out that walking in the so cold Mandela Street was a threat because I would find the black kwela kwela boys waiting for me in the corner
I knew no questionnaire was to be answered.
Handbag in front and questions later.
I asked only for the mirror inside and I took the courage to realise that I was also black
So maybe I could have taken the Steve Biko street and only then can I awake our unconscious minds and we can finally be called the free smart country.