I get compared to a lot of people. Almost daily. At times it gets me peeved because some comparisons I like, some not-so-much. My scars-my flows, are the only things that set me apart from the rest. So if you ever get in the mist that clouds your sight badly enough not to differentiate Kwanele Mketeni from Ayanda Makhuzeni or Lloyd Cele, this will come handy. Reach for a right hand and left knee. The answer is there. That’s all you’ll ever need.