This Man

THIS MAN

#40

PRECIOUS ZIKHALI

I cannot believe this, a competition I've been patiently waiting for over three months. They decided to take their own sweet melody time responding back. They did apologize for the inconvenience, the late responses. I blame it all on Covid the unknown spieces. These alliens have surely taken over the world. If only Jesus himself was alive he would have dealt with these microscopes chronic illness a long time ago. To make matters worse this social distance is a mixit itself.

I'm shaking my body feels sweaty in a way I cannot explain. I look at everyone who is lined up ready to showcase their talent. I'm scared, what if I don't win? What if I don't take that price home? I so badly want to win this competition. I want to do something which I love doing the most, which is singing.

"Number 4012 you're up next." They call out for my number making my heart beat rapidly fast. Nerves kick in and I feel like running away, but I will definitely look like a coward. I need to suck it up and do myself proud. I follow the foot prints until I found myself standing on the stage with a thousand of eyes looking at me.

"Precious Lucas, you look hella nervous. Just take a deep breath and try to relax." One of the judges say.

"Well it says here you are a student." I don't know whether that's an ask or an answer being answered divertically horizontal.

"Yes," I reply softly.

"No offence, is a degree in music worth it?" What's wrong with studying music?

"Yes, a music degree is worth it for most aspiring musicians. A music degree is essential for employment in the music industry as well as well-rounded musicians." I answer proudly.

"How long is the music course?" Another ask. Judge Judy must be turning in court right now! This is unacceptable!

"3 years, I'm not here to be questioned, I'm here to sing and win that price." I burst, I'm annoyed by these useless questions and already I miss my sandwich. Banana bread if you could hear me, wait for mummy I'm coming!

"Wow," the stage is yours m.a.d.a.m," she says sarcastically.

"Mxm if only you could see how ugly that sand looks on your face, you wouldn't be this shitty on me. Tell your make-up artist to go back to grade R to study the colouring book." I say rolling my eyes and I hear a few laughs. The beat starts and damn I love this song but I don't even know what the heck it means. If I'm swearing at Father God himself he has to forgive me, I know my aunt has connections with Johan in heaven. I don't want to move too much cause I know I will trip and fall infront of thousands of people. This is now or never, I know I can do this.

Shay footballer no to n gha balli kiri
They telescope ni e to n wo omo kiri
Toju re ba fo o don't blame it on Nini
To ba wa di lala you came to me within

Ooo ni ki n latan o ni maa latan
Ooo ni ki n doju mi o Lo maa la pa
Ooo ni ki n latan o ni maa latan
Ooo ni ki n doju mi o lo maa kan la
Oh Maradona Maradona mi
Oh Maradona Maradona mi
Oooh Maradona Maradona mi

Don't be wicked die for you
If I die for you all is in vain
Wicked die for you
If I die for you all is in vain
La ni Mo shey fun e
Will I satisfy you
All my friends you have de be
Will I satisfy you

Maradona by Niniola is one of my favourite songs. You see this song takes me on cloud 99. The crowd is going crazy, damn that felt good. I look at my family amongst the crowd and their expression says it all, I nailed it.