This is Nhlanhla Phiri, he's 14 years old. His father is dead and his mother is an unemployed maid. He lives in the very poor area of Vlakfontein, near Johannesburg in South Africa where he attends the Moses Maren technical school. As schools go, it's one of the many forgotten schools in South Africa, where the teachers try their best with the limited resources offered by an inefficient department of education. Most of the kids who go to these schools end up stuck in the same situation as their parents before them, where dreams and ambitions are shattered well before any notion of graduation. There are always children who buck the trend, who prove the exception to the rule and I truly hope that Nhlanhla is to be one of those. He is a wise soul, a young philosophical thinker who, against all the odds, has excelled in his education and developed a love of books, poetry and (his admitted favourite) fantasy novels. At school he is mostly ostracized, disliked and pushed aside, yet when speaking to him he is full of optimism and wonder.
This is his poem. Please feel free to post it, to like it, to invite others to watch it. His is a message and poem that truly is worthwhile.