I cry, You cry, We all cry. Sometimes.

These Aren't Tears of Joy!

When I made this drawing, I really did
feel like letting them out. This drawing was to represent the outward manifestation of what was going on inside. I was broke, had nothing I woke up to. No job, business wasn't going well either. I tell you, I felt like punching a wall to the ground.

But not when there were constructive means of expressing the hurt I carried with me day in and day out. And that's when I had a mental light bulb. If I can't let them down my cheeks, I sure can draw it. And so I did.

I hope the colours say it all. I was still on my grey scale with colours.

So this is how it looked when it was all done!

What do you think?

My Girl Masabata Molaoa

I lived in the same block as her in Hennenman, my hometown.

She was one of a kind I tell you.

That kind of girl we on our block defined beauty by.

she turned heads. She made every guy in my

crew feel they could speak better poetry than Shakespeare.

And yes, I had the privilege to befriend her.

She is very sensitive and more on the cautious side, or

at least she was then. So in case you wondering if

I did try my luck, the answer is hell yes.

But the only thing she picked up from me is that I have

a sweet mouth and therefore she couldn't tell whether

what I uttered was real or not. So she couldn't

trust me and that was fair enough for me.

And that's how Masta, as we call her, and myself became

friends.

That's when I learnt, she has the sweetest heart. She just likes

hearing me go on about my love life.

And I on the other hand, just being in her presence

was enough for me since I couldn't get any more

than friendship.

So I made this drawing of her out of remembrance of our

friendship and to show the world the beauty

my hometown has. Carefully picked the color of the background

and the butterfly to express her femininity.

Making this drawing was just joy, 'specially after the reaction I

got from her after she saw it for the first time.

Hey Masta, hope you're well:)

Finkie's Tat, My Entry Tat

The tattoo that made Bongzzy Bongz the Tattoist.

This guy just walked up to me after it had been what had seemed like a while after I'd started drawing. But before then I had done a tattoo on my man, and I really believed that I could do more and improve. So clearly the guy was convinced.

The Lord Is My Shepherd. That's what

he wanted from shoulder down the

tricep and across the forearm. That's

absolute madness man, I said. No one

does a tattoo that big at once. Well,

evidently I knew little about tattoos and lovers of the art.

I reluctantly set up the machine and needle, a cloth and some clean water. I then fired up the engine and it was time. It took us the whole day to complete it. But it was okay, this guy was prepared to give the whole day and so was I. So this is what came out of it.

I was completely and confidently

motivated to go on.

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