Monday, 15 May 2017


For at least nine years,
he stood, in his woolen
hat at the concrete corner
junction asking strangers
for money. His dwarfism,

may have been the reason
for his struggle. Or just one
part of the injustice of being
born coloured into this sick
society. The years embedded

wrinkles onto his eyes. And 
now he's become immortalised,
by a mural in Oranjezicht.

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