We have forgotten our manners, all of them
Sure the door is open but there is no welcome
We greet only when greeted
And only out of habit
Without shaking hands or meeting eyes
Hugging seems out of the question
We are lost in our own worlds
Entire worlds where we are alone
With only our worries for company
When alone
It is easy to walked around the world many times
Around and around
Like a clown balance/walking on a big ball
Destined to fall

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Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.” During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (

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