Niki Nicholas Nkuna

(1957/01/09 / BURGERSFORT (Leeufallei farm or Ga- Makwakwasi))

Because I am living

Looking around seeing dislikes of many kinds
I sought to hide from the surroundings if not from myself
I frightened all the birds
Surprised at myself and all creatures
That caused all the dislikes of many kinds,
Dirt, smell, ugliness and all frightening things,
Sought to run away windless, sure to fail,

Furiously, I sought to jump out of the clothes I was wearing
The smell remained in tow,
And so is dirt, ugliness and all frightening things,
Sought to run away and fell into a veld fire, sure to die,
The fireman saved my life,
However not from the smell of burns, dirt, ugliness
And the frightening things exacerbated,

I hid away from the surroundings but not from myself
I got overwhelmed by the smell of rotting skin,
Dirt in the extreme, ugliness of the worst kind
And all gory things

Yes, I can’t hid from myself nor run away from myself
Because I’m living, I’m human,
I exudes pure human smell, pure human dirt, appear more human
And run away from the living and the dead,
For they do not look familiar by the society’s psych,

Submitted: Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 13, 2013

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