Unofficial oracles in Soweto

say bullshit is the new Black.

Some of them have been

handed down vantage points

from first-hand experiences

others have sjambok lashes

and German-shepherd marks,

the very epitome of experiences

and they sound like

they’re singing a song

when it comes to one point;

bullshit is the new Black

“X” has taken more love losses

than horses that have

raced against conglomerate

It hits him harder than

Jada’s lyrics in Respect My Conglomerate

The face of rejection

are five minutes from

 being the face of misogyny

but he off-ramps at total resignation

So even though he steps lively

the truth is that

the lights are on

but no one is home.

Induced numbness, lest he

transforms into a zombie 

with no conscience

yet he still stays

with the stain of ‘trash.’

Damned if you do

, damned if you don’t

Caught between cow dung and bullshit

(which) is the new Black!

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Peculiar "Ph D" Khumalo, born and bred (and buttered) in White City, Soweto, the liveliest township in Africa in 1987. Attended Boarding School at Bophelo Impilo and Matriculated in 2007. While his erudite endeavours do not venture beyond Matric, he had long been told he had a way with words, a hype he still has a hard time believing. "Of all the pleasures of life, I relishes nothing more than a conversation over coffee" ☕