BLACK MANS FRUSTRATIONS AND HOPE

July marks a very important date to my mother, my birth. For a late 20s young black man it's one more year without my Toyota double cab or worse another dead end underpaying contract job or even worse just unemployment with no prospects. Maybe I'm speaking from a place of privilege that at least I am well enough to hope for a life better than my parents. Whilst others sunrise may be their last each day but I also speak for them who have no voice, do we not deserve to be treated better by ourselves, neighbors and the system of governance we have elected.

One may say I'm ranting and they wouldn't be wrong. The society we currently are supposedly to be apart off has no place for the youth, they like to valiantly state, "We are the future" what future, we barely have any. Well Mr CEO, when is it going to be our turn?

The turn we desperately need to fuel the change we so deserve. To no longer envision but boldly go where no man has gone before, explore the unimaginable work of a human mind. Excuse our haste, there is so much to be done. We too are working against time. Ours is to build a door that does not shake because we have gotten rid of the plight caused by corruption and to the future a life celebrating all things us, all things African.