Fate plays all of us to a tune we don’t know
Thou at times we dance to its beat
But who prey tell is the conductor
Is it us with our dreams
And songs in our heads
Or does destiny make
The music that moves us
Are we improvising
Or is it written
I would wager both are on stage
That we are at our best when in harmony
Only these things are certain
We are not alone in this orchestra
We all have our diminuendos and crescendos
We all lend our strains to the symphony
And the curtain falls on us all
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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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