Coming from where i'm from

STRAIGHT FROM

e-RINI

G-TOWN
SOUTH SIDE......








I was the quiet type when i was the kid.
I grew up in a rough township, n a small street called Russel road a.k.a "Rhona'skap" with 8 yards/houses, but hell its had drama.
I don't have "ilali" know what i mean, I'm a kasi boy you feel me. I grew up in a very stricked, loving, extended family, where everybody is just your brother and sister.....
I remember the cold winter days, the black smoke from charcoal home made heaters we called "imbawula" burning outside certain peoples yards. I remember the railway station, where we use to go steal and pick up charcoal that had fallen from the train. I remember the Coloureds folks on the other side of the small river bank, who always swan and fight over and over. The floods that wiped out people's house when it hailed like hell. I remember the hot sunny days, so hot you had to be under the paper-tree to keep cool. I remember the beautiful green grass we use to play our soccer games as kids, the steep hill with bottles and broken glasses were we would compete about, who can hit as many bottles with slings using stones and marbles, it never ended there, we used then to kill doves and birds as well. How can i forget the marble game.
I remember the clan gathering, for certain important ceremony, sheep slaughter and our African beer "umqombothi". I use to steal and drink a jag and get waisted,,,, by the way i was not suppose to drink more than a cup or I'll get drunk. My uncles gave me anyway. So i got drunk and slept.
I remember the wise elders, chatting and smoking on the crawl, telling funny jokes and stories about our family. Those were the beautiful moments i will always cherish with my heart.


Anyway, it was not all peaches and cream, there were rapist, killer, thugs and gangsters, cats who robbed and kill for a living. They even showed us how to make "scorpions" deadly home made wooden guns, that shit was real. These cats were always high, probably on some high drugs, dagga and mandrix "ishishi". It felt good if your brother or sister knew these dudes at least you on the safe side,but don't trust. My family was known around, so don't think about it....
These cats lived by the knife and obviously died by one, some went to jail of cause.
I remember the daily knife fights we were had to watch, i was called to get inside the house because that shit was brutal. Yhee man, that scared the hell out of me. It was a do or die type situations, it was not an easy sight to see someone dead with his intestine on the floor... I remember the crowds matching, singing revolutionary songs. I remember people running, gun shots, and gas smokes. I remember the "HIPO" the military vehicles with white soldiers and police vans shooting at us, black people.

I remember the brutal force invasion from police, looking for men who are responsible for shooting back at the police, or just men to arrest. Sometimes they would come at my house to search, but couldn't find it "dagga", yes my aunt was selling that shit. Some underground weet project...

Tell me about witchcraft or Voodoo, I'll tell you about the living dead that were seen and found on peoples houses or the dead visiting at night. Strange creates that were seen at night. Okay enough said, I've seen it all, I've experience it all my life, witchcraft exist. Some say its piled up from jealousy, hate and envy. A witches are believed to have a perception that "what is bad is good, what is good is bad"

I've seen it all....

I love who I am, and where I am coming from. My life journey has been as exciting and still is. They say you cant choose your family, i love mine despite all up and downs we been through.


"To all my fallen heros, my brothers and sisters, I love you all, may your souls be rested in peace where you are, for i know where you coming from"