User:Saint.sabotage

Saint Sabotage, born Comfort Philisiwe Maseko, on 30 April 1989, lived most of his life in Tsakane east of Johannesburg, born in Mpumalanga and migrated to Johannesburg when he was two. He is the son of Gabisile Elizabeth Mbatha (mother), went to school at Brenthurst Primary, where he completed the first seven years of his schooling life, when he was in grade six he was introduced to poetry. he started writing poems while in detention,he turned all his anger into words and just kept writing. He later handed in one of his poems as an english assignment,his teacher didn't quite like his style of writing, and told him that the first stanza of his poem was more like a rap, so inspired by these words he started mimicking his first stanza everytime he wrote a poem. as time went on he got used to this style of writing, but he still wasn't fully introduced to HIP HOP. One afternoon as he walked to the bus stop from school, he walked past a group of kids from a nearby school, Brakpan High, they were huddled up in a circle and their heads were bobbing up and down, interested by this he stopped and pushed himself to the front, to get a better veiw. One of the guys was making beats with his mouth(beatboxing), and another was putting words to it, rapping, being new to this he was overwhelmed, his eyes filled with joy. this went on for hours, but he couln't stay, he had to get home before dark so he left. As soon as he got home he took out his poetry book and started reciting his poems over and over, while listening to the radio. Everytime they played a Hip Hop song, he would wait for the end where there weren't any vocals and he would recite his peoms to that beat, he practiced for about a week, until his words were in tune with each beat that played. The following friday afternoon at the same time at the same location, the group had gathered once again, he couldn't wait to show them what he had practiced all week. He got there, pushed to the front, and listened for a while. As soon as on person stopped another started, so he just waited for his turn, then there was silence, the beat kept going on and on, he was nervous, his hands shaking, heart thumping, he opened his mouth and said, "I made history\ It remains a mistory", everyone looked at him in amazement, he was reciting a poem he wrote, about going back in time and changing the course of fate. once he was done the crowed cheered, and they were all amazed at this little kid from Brenthurst, who could rap. after the session a guy called Savage walked up to him and said, 'wow, you got skill, keep practicing son". so every fortnight since the he went back to that coner to listen and sometimes spit, grade seven came and he had to decide which high school to go to, but his folks didn't have enough cash to send to willowmoore, so he went to brakpan high, from there he was fully initiated into the hip hop culture, through-out his high school life he battled, rapped at ciphers even got a taste of the graphitti and tagging artform,

to be continued....................