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He Was A Brother

I was 10years when he was 18. I had him by my side
all the time coz he was my only brother,
a friend and he inspired me.
I always feared to ask but I always wondered
how this nigga makes money on a regular,
he always had fresh new sneakers piled in boxes in his cupboard.
He always had the cupboard locked up and kept the key in his pocket.
I always promised
not to get any close to that cupboard  or anything in it.
He kept the garden clean
and took out trash everyday
but the trash truck only came once a week.

Every morning the trash is out
but at night the trash comes back into the house
looking heavier.
Into his room, door locked, I'd sit next to his door and listen to him pray for forgiveness...
I still didnt know why.
How could a nigga so cool pray like a sinner?
I mean, he doesnt even have friends,
besides he never taught me how to pray.
He'd drop me off at my aunts place on sundays
and tell me to come back late after 8
and lock the gate on my way in,
a routine I never really knew a reason for.

He always had money for take-aways,
he never had time to cook
but the table always had flour on it.
He always told our neighbour to wake up and bake,
finally I got why there's always powder on the table every sunday night,
but where are the cookies he bakes?
He always gave me new snapbacks and bags and new wheels for my bmx from I dont know where.

He always walked me to school, he'd never let me walk in the streets alone,
I always asked why and his answer always was:
"People know that you my lil brother".
I felt safe until this one friday when he didnt pick me up from school,
I had to walk back home,
gate was open, trash wasn't out,
doors were open, the TV was loud,
his cupboard was open, shoes were hanging out,
Jordans, Airforces, DC's and some I dont know.
I never broke the promise,
I locked his room and for the rest of the year I never heard from him.

I had to drop out of school because I had no one to pay my fees.
I spent a year living with the neighbour,
telling him my brother will be back soon.
But he never showed up.
I had to break the promise...
I unlocked his room, went to the cupboard,
5 bags of trash, with blood on them.
I had to open them...
and till today, I can afford my school fees,
take-aways, snapbacks, bags,
sneakers and wheels for my super bike.
Written by TheTaplow (RSA)
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