Run away

A young boy is born in a wealthy family, decides to run way from home. And sets for the city of Durban. He is witty and is able to learn the city life fast. Overcomes his fears and becomes popular...

Young legend of the South beach (Durban). once had a home instead of wearing ordinary clothes he wore stripes from top to bottom. His name was walker inside those fences, with strange people claiming to have control of everything. But were never able to discoverd my sorrows and vulnerable state (the true me) Instead they were just mean and inflicted more psychological harm. Never appreciating the 90s I got, all I got was interrogation.
Time after time my master plan got better, and brighter. Even though the path to be walked was still dim and only known in my imagination. Persistence and resistance was all I felt.
Living in a palace but a slave is probably the worst torture, serving the king and queen but eating the crust without something to drink afterwards is torture. My home was one of the most legit buildings in my village, but the souls inside were more like those of Shinigamis (don't get me wrong, I'm not against Japanese beliefs, but these two were more like the colonisers of African countries) The two devils who collided and brought me to this world rejected my knowledge "blood is thicker than water" is but a saying applicable to those who believe, just like religion.
Finally the big city lights, tared roads, fast moving cars with a large number of peope walking on one street (Westreet in Durban) welcomed yet another new lost soul. But the outer was jolly never mind the blisters and cuts under this young boys feet. As long as I know that I won't wear stripes day in and day out I'm satisfied. All my sorrow and woes set a side...
At 15 years lighting splifts brightened my mentality, and hightened my view of the world and all artistry I lay my eyes on. Music instrumentals just came alive and became like my mother tongue and when I uttered words after the beats we jelled together well. The young boy got to know the city very well and could become a tour guide. So as he explored this place he made friends, and was fully motivated to go out to hip-hop shows and try to master this craft from behind the crawd. Met rappers who gave him the chance to deliver a few bars, and in that way joined the crew.
Direct Speech from the young boy: "Good and the bad I have done. Growing up was never easy, survival was the only thing in mind. I set my mind to live a legacy behind, always scribbling thoughts on fragments which I tore from my cardboard bed. My first name was Mpilo second name Walker. My intelligence never let my new found family sleep with talking stomachs".
Bet Centre was my culture and place of smiles, appreciation was not lacking. my words flourished and kept on cracking, giving birth to a celebrated street kid with celestial wordly doodles. I forgot to tell you that Mpilo managed to buy shoes and blue and grey clothes and not forgetting white. Battles were coming well for him and made a living through spiting the thoughts he had deep within his mind. Man I had dreamed of this
Mpilo said "I was a charity case for a while and became a popular face by the age of 17".
Little did I know that the city was all lights but also a breeding ground for the likes of Lyons. Mpilo means life when translated to English. And as Mpilo was enjoying his life, it ended when greed and jealousy came alive. Some say he vanished back to his home Village, and some say he was murdered my his rivals, and some say Mpilo was shot in his new bought house KwaMashu (a neighbouring township). No body knows what happened to him, he might still be alive, but lost his shine like other musicians who were once great.