Friday, 9 June 2023

Johannesburg by Feyisayo Anjorin

Writing on the walls of history
in the city of gold
keeps you on your toes
fixes your eyes on your goals

Give the flesh to the soul
and give the spirit the key
but never sell your soul
in the city of gold

A word spoken
like an egg broken
break eggs in the city of gold
your secret whispers will soon be known

Taste the wine and the bile
drain the strength of your breath
but never end like the vile
in the city of gold

Feyisayo Anjorin
Feyisayo Anjorin is a multi-talented individual who has expertise in writing, directing, and acting. He received his training at AFDA, Johannesburg and has gained experience by working on various film and television projects in both Nigeria and South Africa.
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