ITINERANT WRITER

City of gold

Its afternoon and the Sun's relentless heat beats upon the Joburg buildings. The streets are crowded with countless people who appear to be struting aimlessly back and forth. I decide to examine the beauty of the library building that tells a story of many years it's witnessed and eyes that have beheld it.

The industrial pollution causes putrid air to settle at the base of the city. You could see the smoke and filth intermingled to an unattractive sight.

Go deep into the guts of the city, are little to no words a man can muster, to better explain the horrors that go on inside. An attempt at such, an endeavor renders me appalled.

This story is about men and women who seek out ways to survive with little they receive from the corrupt system engineered to benefit the minority.

The spawn of evil that has the rich who get rich while the poor scavenge on the crumbs the opulent throw out.

They say this city has the highest crime rate. The education department has secret agendas to waste resources meant for enriching the lives of the youth.

Im a scribe befriended by guys I found spray painting the basement of the city. A place below the bridge that houses the rails that run wild everyday at nine am to five pm.

"I cant stand the injustices of the system that chose the opulent over the general populace," fred scoffed at the polical building housing the provincial party.

His opinions made a lot of sense and the passion he has, made it obvious for the spectators of his work all throughout the city. We would get drunk on weekends after the rappers battle contest.

A part of the city called Newtown where freestyle rappers, grafitti artists, the entire embodiment of hip hop fanatics that revolutionize the idea of mental liberation.

Its me Josh, Brad, Sydney and Fred staying at an apartment called newtown garden residence. Brad and Fred are the smartest of the group and the luckiest, even though they hardly ever admit it. They have been taken to school at the worlds renowned university.

They share what they like to call; the same "vision",because they major in arts and dabble with politics. Mainly because, one of their greatest political influences was assassinated for attempting to unshackle the minds of the youth at the time of the 1900s.

Me and Sydney are most likely talking about A/V cables and latest paranorma/ horror series and video games.

It was just like any other day except Brad went through maladministration at school that led him to behave oddly than usual. He cursed at every building and flipped off at rich people with sports cars.

Fred and Brad will always make compeling arguements about the injustices of the system and the overall control of the educational system. But this time around we felt the urge to do something about it.

Walking down the streets smoking a dubie the enchanting lights of Joburg central. Fred is behind jaywalking with Brad; kicking beer cans. Me and Sydney pacing, because we plan to upload battle videos on YouTube.

The night of celebration became a night of the living dread. On what we thought was an opportunity to teach the high corporations a lesson. The front door of the bank city building was left unattended.

The conformists had left three hours prior the decision we made. "Its pretty simple really, all we gots to do is sneak inside steal some classified shit and load it up the internet." Fred had a maniacal look on his face with malign intent.

We got to an elevator, our jittery hands were evident because we all were first time offenders; except for Fred. Who once got arrested "for no reason," he will always tell us: the cops rushed in on a fight that broke between a car owner and a couple of drunk pedastrians and shit. I was busy spectating when one of cops came up to me about filming the shit.