THE JOZI FEEL

                             Jozi streets
The movement is mass, people are of high velocity
      the sun is still on the head of the CBD
        one taking care of business, as they say
              a piercing scream of a taxi horn
      and he jumped to the other side of the road
                   the pace is very fast

                          Train station
Faces are nerve-racking, panicking, the train is late again
   she looks at her wrist  and bends to see if it’s coming,
         like a heard of sheep, they primed for the ride
             on hush steel sounds with an earthquake
                       the train had arrived, 
           with a vomit of numbers it feeds again
    slipps away, curve itself in accelerating velocity
                    
                                 Taxis
     “short left, short right, after robot driver”
           used as codes, u might get confused
    but they’ll take u home, still eyes or alive

                             Ekasi
                  A tobacco stick circling around,
                  they stood under a street light
                  a BMW shows and take a spin
      flutes, cheer, he’s known and respected to an extent.
               the sound stood that of a jukebox
“the guy is fortunate, he smells dollar wherever he goes” 
                      one exclaims

                         Sandton  Mall
      On glossy floor walked of no stress, hand in hand
         smiles and sweet laughs, it’s a date
              ”faki-mali-uzobona” they say
         shopping bags swerving from side to side
               money is no dilemma

               Differences and attitudes apart,
                it all brings the JOZI FEEL
               “JOZI THE PLACE OF GOLD”