My brethren, Mtebele – the work he produces stems from the ideology that a nation should not preach freedom rather practice it’s preaching’s, which will inevitably bring up the quality of life for all. Take a moment and paint yourself with his colourful words that you may be able to project an image that brings forth understanding, broadening perspectives of those who stare from a distance.  

Dear Alexandra Township

I am the son of this gutter,
The breadwinner that hustles for butter.
I am not religious
But I want to be your living testimony,
I am not political
Hence I don't believe in the power within me.

You and I were conceived in the dark
We grew up in the dark
That is why we are from a Black community.
Our fathers fought in the dark
Fighting for light -
They fought for their freedom
But won ours.

They then gave us power
And yet control our electricity.
All the corrupted bastards are all seen as stars
While our role models are rotting behind bars.
Weed is the only thing that keep our hopes high,
Through our faith, our hopes is what will make us die.

The child of this gutter,
You the only one who can bring us butter.
The breadwinner that came last
Just coz you were trapped in your past.

If they see you as poor, suspicious, useless, black,
Hungry, scary, stupid, criminal ---
Why the hell are so afraid of you?

They just know that you have what they do not have.

The Heart.

They make you look down on your dreams
Because you will make them look up to yours.
They do not want you to know that
When it reigns it pours, because ---
When it rains it pause
The moment.

My brothers and sisters
The power is now in our hands
By touching each other
We will shock the world
While we spark our society
And illuminate.

My hand is open
Whose is ready to touch me?

-Banele P. Mtebele.