Well London is over for me the nasty sopwell house sorted that one out.

A standard poem.

One of the things I found after a few weeks on my own in the mountain, was that I had nothing much to say to other people.

A personal Poem of what I think most people go thru everyday or atleast once in their lifes… Enjoy.

Have you ever experienced the life what we called poverty? Have you ever tried going to school with empty tummy? or have you ever been walking the street hoping to find cents to buy some candies to ease your hunger? All of that I had been experienced in my life. When I was a little I always told my my Mom someday I could fly and go to discover the places behind the horizon.

30 Years ago, when I was very young, I got fed up with society and dropped out for a while. The place I chose to camp out for four months, was an empty house in a place called “The Downs” up in the mountains near Tzaneen, a town in the Limpopo Province of South Africa. This is part of the Drakensberg Mountain Range and was called Die Wolkberg (The Cloud Mountain).

This place is the true backdrop to some of my stories.

The title of this essay I stole from a book by Harry Klein, describing his journey in this same valley.

This is the first installment of a personal account; a period of my life that has changed me into the person that I am today.

Just a quick piece I wrote.

An autobiography.

A essay following the various techniques the author uses to convey various pieces of information to us.