Description
Pointillism in oils and ink on paper.
Size A4 – Framed
There’s a chapter between losing who you thought you were
and becoming who you’re meant to be.
A dark, quiet stretch of road where the world doesn’t clap for you…
and the only sound you hear is your own spirit breaking open.
This piece lives in that space.
After The King Who Never Was, I had to face the truth inside myself:
you cannot wear a crown built on wounds you refuse to heal
You cannot lead from a version of yourself you’ve already outgrown
And sometimes the things you prayed for come with weight
you weren’t prepared to carry
The hands covering the face aren’t shame
they’re pressure, exhaustion, the moment a man tries to hold himself together
while life is pulling him apart
The one eye still open is the part of me that refused to die
The wings aren’t triumph they’re responsibility
The crown isn’t glory it’s a burden that teaches you who you really are
This is the in-between chapter
The collapse before the awakening
The storm before Indlela Yobudoda (the road to manhood)
The breaking that had to happen before I could hear my ancestors calling me home
Before Umkhetha Akhakhali (the initiate doesn’t cry) could rise inside me
It’s easy to celebrate the rebirth
But this?
This is the part of the story nobody sees
The part that hurts
The part that shapes you
The part that forces you to choose whether you stay broken…
or stand back up as someone truer than before
Sometimes the crown is heavy
because you’re finally becoming the man meant to carry it.
