the real wogboy

It’s only been two years since I arrived in Australia, but already my life has gone full circle. I know you’re expecting some story about a poor little wog who arrived in Australia with nothing and now he has it all – but no, that’s not the case for me.

I’m not the stereotype Aussie society has come to expect. I feel like George Robinson of the painting ‘The Conciliation’, he was surrounded by Aboriginals, but alas I’m only surrounded by Aussies.

I want to be understood but there are very few that can. I want to remain anonymous, but it’s impossible for me to do. I want to be like the rest of them but I know that I cannot, my skin contrasts, my language and my hair

I struggle to leave the world that holds me in her palm – I smell her lustrous perfume. Turning my back I walk away, maybe my change is but a step away?

I realize now that I must part with my wicked ways, if I am to continue in this other world. Other wogs have made it like Peter S and Nicky G, the wogboy – why can’t I? I’ve made my decision now, I’ve gotta forget my past and embrace my future. Who knows where this path will lead me. But the obstacles put in front of me don’t seem like mountains any more, and it seems as if this fork in the road will lead me to a better place in life. After all, at least now I can eat my salami in peace.

Reminiscing about the good old days when I could be free, swinging around on the town

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