Everyday Heroes

Extract from my poem:
I’ve searched for heroes and role models;
Observed with hawks vicious eyes their roles;
but I kept having mixed fortunes, for I repeatedly sang the wrong tunes;
tunes just too unbearable to my school of thought;
tunes just too artificial to bear any fruits;
the irony of the situation is that heroes were waiting to be found and not to be searched.

Most reasonable observers would agree that Africa fares poorly in the lens of foreign media, thereby a myth which is not simple to dislodge. That gave me enough ground as a bona-fide resident of Sharpeville to portray everyday members of my community as heroes given the challenges of life they have to face every day. This is known as self-representation. It is their environment that might give their social-economic status away but the manners in which they are depicted shows compassion, dignity and respect. Included in this body of work are the survivors of the horrendous Sharpeville Massacre of 1960.