Not a Nineties Baby, walk forged and shaped by the tears formatted by the Gas. Dripping unto Mellow Yellows and Hippos. Shouted the unknown Mandela’s name barricaded by stones of Calvary – Kiwi, Coca Cola trucks going up in smoke; somersaulting, rolling with burning flames and blood in hand. Not a Nineties Baby! I was born in the seventies, witnessed the eighties’ uprising - Comrade! Word to the Power of Light! NELSON MANDELA, AND BANTU BIKO are my philosophy.
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