I hear the scamper of your little feet
And know that I am in for a thousand questions
As though everything in your world has yet to be named
And could be edible
As though clothes were silly except when it’s cold
As though mirrors were windows to a place
Populated with our twins
Who stared when we stared
And moved when we moved
As though tool were toys that made no sense
As though gardens were roofless places
Full of enigmas
As though flowers were just colorful things
That grew out of some other mystery
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Troydon
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 (http://www.troydonwainwright.com/when-love-went-viral/).
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