Confession. I posted this years ago and, one day (in July 2020), looking at what I wrote, it made absolutely no sense to me. So I have reposted the video, deleted what I had written and added this. The Blues Room in Johannesburg was one of those spaces that became legendary. When I first moved to city, they had a lot of live music performances. At some stage, some people started a poetry night there and, with a new camera that I didn’t know how to use, I performed there. This is the result.
It’s a funny thing. I try not to watch these videos much, because I cringe every time. And yet, I have stopped writing and performing poetry so I can’t really say that I am better today. I would probably have to go through parts of the journey again to figure out my voice.