Alexandra ma kasi denied the acknowledgement yet gave birth to many townships.
You have given refuge to activists, celebrities and powerful names yet you are considered the worst dangerous place ever in South Africa.
History denies to recognize you and all those who get out are even ashamed to acknowledge their humble beginnings.
Their children have learned to be afraid of you and some even call you a kasi rat and yet you carried them in your womb.
Politicians exploit you and use your resources and your money, yet your people are starving.
A lot of things were taken away from you.
The real identity is that you are only a stone’s throw from the richest square mile in Africa, Sandton and yet your people are starving to death.
And investors get lied down so they don’t invest in your people.
In their campaigns, each political party promises to change the lives of your people, but with wrong intentions.
The economy of the township is booming everywhere and yet you are deprived of tourists to explore your heritage, your history and your past with its ethnically distorted culture.
You’re portrayed as a failure, but you’ve produced millionaires off your dusty streets.
There’s a big story about your gangster stories about Msomi Gangs and Spoilers, yet no documentary was done for you.
You have nourished legends like Mandela and made them the cornerstones of South African history and yet this has never been preached.
Your six-day war, which shaped the political landscape of the apartheid era, was omitted and less referred to.
You planned the school revolt of 1976, led by leaders like Tsietsie Mashinini and Barney Mokgatlhe, but that is not mentioned in the history books.
That’s how strong your legacy is and yet the world knows few positive things about you.
You sheltered legends and pioneers, but history and these people are ashamed to speak of it.
Your solid story, your real name, was stolen from you.
I’m not embarrassed by who I am.
I’m Alexandra, that’s me.
This is the home of my ancestors, my roots and my bloodline.
