Iron man (Noma yini bhoza yam)

Noma yini bhoza yam (Zulu), means "you can give me anything sir"
Thats who I, once so called slim shadey, klever, top dog, Jackals, sgebengu(gangsta), have reduced myself too. I collect every form of steel and metal just to take it to the nearest scrap yard so they can weigh and pay me for it.

I'm the guy who causes traffic in the mornings and afternoons as I drag my big bag on wheels, filled with scraps. Now they call me 10111, I careless about cars behind me as I drag my treasure collection. I don't bath, the rain does the job for me, if I missed it, there is always a cloud in the near future. I once had a dream too.

They told me that the crew I hang with was not good, I asked myself within "how do they know them? they just jealous because I'm cool for a change".
I was happening, girls liked me, friends accepted me and at home they annoyed me.
Friends and everyone made more sense than everyone in the house combined.

I always thought life will never change, my father will always be fully employed and able to buy me every brand that I demanded.
I really got mad when I did not get what I wanted and held everyone at ransom by threatening to kill myself.
I was selfish to the bone.
I never saw my mother being retrenched or without a job one day. I always told my friends we are rich at home, never saw us without the essentials.

School got boring, amaizingly there is always a house where there are no parents during the day, and it becomes a man cave. Where virgins are tabled for breakfast,  conscience soothed with all sorts of alcohol and drugs. Funny enough I could see that I have reached a point of no return, yet I continued, foolish of me.

1. The rude way I spoke to my mother, telling her to get out of my life and that she has never done anything good for me, even pushed her around and punch her sometimes.
2. How I ran away everytime my father was in the house, I avoided him like a plague.
3. How I pressed my little sister against the wall for telling mom, I haven't been to school for a month.
4. I only came home when everyone was not there, to steal money and take somethings to sell.
5. How I felt like everybody owed me something, from school mates to teachers, friends and family. They realy had to give me something for me to consider them cool.

Today I wish I listened to the man who came to school for assembly, the lady who preached the word of God in the bus, I wish I attended the Christian movement at school and did not make fun of them.
Interestingly, I see all the children I use to make fun off , they don't recognise me but I see them driving fancy cars, it's as if they are strategically positioned in every corner and traffic light, restaurants and helping hand centers I seek help from.
I can't tell them my real name. When I got arrested for a stolen car, the teachers pet counted me in, imagine!!.

To any young man reading this passage, either you identify with it or you know somebody headed this direction, just be a speed hump and slow him down a bit, be an off ramp, just take him off the free and Hiway.
Reality check, friends never liked you, sorry it's the truth, they liked what you had, as soon as it's gone, you will never see them again.
Today we have so many squatter camps in SA and around the world because of people who still have homes, but their pride doesn't allow them to go back and ask for forgiveness. No one plans and dream of living in a shack, but life without guidance always leads there, and the Government has to come to the rescue using tax payers money.
I once had a dream too, but I chose not to work on it.
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