“When survival is a reflex:
Frying eggs with Vaseline petroleum jelly
Mixing porridge with a gun
Cooking soup in a Koo Baked Beans can
Putting fake coins inside the cup of a homeless beggar in the corner
There is war in my mind
Jo’burg stinks of pain, money, sex and drugs.
I am flesh to this city of bones
But yet my soul wants to be consumed by the spirits of the midnight
dust”