The King Who Never Was

This piece bridges who I was and who I’m choosing to become. Sins of Divinity was the fall — chaos, anger, and the collapse of everything I once believed was sacred. This work lives in the quiet aftermath, where I stood alone and asked: am I a coward for leaving Christianity, or a man searching for my own truth? Here, I return to Xhosa manhood, reclaiming the identity I once ignored. The figure isn’t a centaur but my own Minotaur — born from my Amampondomise bloodline, the Xhosa people named for the bull’s horns. Caught between worlds, I shed what no longer fits and step onto Indlela Yobudoda — the road to manhood — with fear, honesty, and intention.