Yellow Door
"Feels like a whole part of my life is missing and I don’t know how to replace it”- Jon-Paul─── 14:39 Wed, 16 Jul 2014
In a gripping manner Thandi Xaba describes the real life of a tattooed ex-drug addict and how his life full of suffering turned out.
“A Hello Kitty tattoo on the back of his right hand lures one into staring at his body of artwork. His limbs are canvases and each has a mini-story to tell. The left side of his body displays the bad he’s endured and the right all the good he has experienced, he walks around with a body that displays various artworks and a history of a life lived on the edge and exploring the extraordinary. The sight of pictures and scriptures tattooed on his body could easily be compared to an illustration book, with beautiful scripts and patterns. Clearly this fellow did not shy away from the ink-needle.
Having enrolled in AAA Academy without a portfolio, any qualifications or a high school certificate, an underlying talent and passion for pictures and their sequences spoke on his behalf, judging from his detailed body. This intriguing guy at eleven years of age had his first inhalation of weed, after finding it in his mother’s closet. Curiosity gripped him, as the same substance he saw in his home was the same as the bunch police brought to his school, for display and warning to the school kids against drugs and any other illegal addictive substances. At fifteen years, JP ended up in Boytown, a correctional school in Magaliesburg. He grew up under his step dad’s constant beating and brutality. Showing no mercy in his abusive approach towards JP, though now their relationship seems to have never endured the abuse. “It’s only God who could have restored our relationship,” he said with an affirming voice.
A rebel tormented by society and those he loved, he decided to leave his home. His life packed in one suitcase and his sorrows stringed in his guitar, this lonesome artist hitch-hiked his way out of his hometown, the Eastern Cape to a more promising future and possibilities. God’s angels disregarding his fiery ambitions, he got a lift from a mathematics Christian teacher based in Johannesburg.
Long before he knew the directions of his life, God's angels were already present in his future. He's been clean from drugs for a year. Addictions that had become like breathing to him. “Majority of the drug users usually come from broken homes and the drugs become the easier way out,” he telling me this makes me think of other victims of drugs, who don't necessarily come from broken homes but use and abuse drugs for other unjustifiable reasons. He further tells me something that has my heart thumping fearfully. “Most drug addicts don't know God, they think it's impossible to have someone who really loves them for who they are. When they OD and die, they don't know who God is”.
Casually, Jon-Paul tells me he has been in 11 rehabs and has attempted suicide, suffers from chronic depression and sometimes has great bounds of anger when thinking of his brother and son's death, he again credits the Lord for keeping him by His forgiving side.
His words “I stopped taking my anti-depressants because in some way Jesus heals” echo in my heart as I try, for a second, imagining what this talented artist has gone through, deep in my heart I wish he didn't have to suffer the way he has. He clearly is intelligent, well spoken and probably a shy Ginger, but life has dished him with quite a generous amount of heartache and struggles. JP has had to deal with his 11month old son’s death. According to him, his ex-wife took the boy and they went to visit her family on a nearby farm. The tot drowned during that visit and he blames himself for most of what led to that accident. His ex-wife is now a pastor and lives with their other child, who is 7 years old, whom he visits during the holidays.
He quickly reveals to me, both him and his ex-wife wanted to go into ministry but life had other plans. His ex-wife went and studied Theology after their divorce, fulfilling part of their dream. His late brother committed suicide because of the pressures he got from his family. “They pushed him too hard into being the image they wanted him to be, resulting in him taking his own life,” he sadly recounts.
JP admits had he gotten someone to talk to in the last couple of years, he would be coping much better. He has never broken down for the loss of his loved ones and instead his tears turn into fits of anger. “Breaking down would heal me.” Heavy words ringing in my ears after he says them with conviction. His struggle to come close to people and his failure to trust anyone has not been helpful to him either. He admits he has had to deal with social-dysfunctions and realises he needs to learn to be patient.
The light at the end of this tunnel is his faith in God. He believes the Lord will work in him and that he has a future in ministry. He wants to work with broken people and adds in his hope filled talk, he isn't a pessimist. He believes he has a future which back then he didn't believe in. “I struggle to be calm. I understand everything is a process and I have to believe in God.”
Having enrolled in AAA Academy without a portfolio, any qualifications or a high school certificate, an underlying talent and passion for pictures and their sequences spoke on his behalf, judging from his detailed body. This intriguing guy at eleven years of age had his first inhalation of weed, after finding it in his mother’s closet. Curiosity gripped him, as the same substance he saw in his home was the same as the bunch police brought to his school, for display and warning to the school kids against drugs and any other illegal addictive substances. At fifteen years, JP ended up in Boytown, a correctional school in Magaliesburg. He grew up under his step dad’s constant beating and brutality. Showing no mercy in his abusive approach towards JP, though now their relationship seems to have never endured the abuse. “It’s only God who could have restored our relationship,” he said with an affirming voice.
A rebel tormented by society and those he loved, he decided to leave his home. His life packed in one suitcase and his sorrows stringed in his guitar, this lonesome artist hitch-hiked his way out of his hometown, the Eastern Cape to a more promising future and possibilities. God’s angels disregarding his fiery ambitions, he got a lift from a mathematics Christian teacher based in Johannesburg.
Long before he knew the directions of his life, God's angels were already present in his future. He's been clean from drugs for a year. Addictions that had become like breathing to him. “Majority of the drug users usually come from broken homes and the drugs become the easier way out,” he telling me this makes me think of other victims of drugs, who don't necessarily come from broken homes but use and abuse drugs for other unjustifiable reasons. He further tells me something that has my heart thumping fearfully. “Most drug addicts don't know God, they think it's impossible to have someone who really loves them for who they are. When they OD and die, they don't know who God is”.
Casually, Jon-Paul tells me he has been in 11 rehabs and has attempted suicide, suffers from chronic depression and sometimes has great bounds of anger when thinking of his brother and son's death, he again credits the Lord for keeping him by His forgiving side.
His words “I stopped taking my anti-depressants because in some way Jesus heals” echo in my heart as I try, for a second, imagining what this talented artist has gone through, deep in my heart I wish he didn't have to suffer the way he has. He clearly is intelligent, well spoken and probably a shy Ginger, but life has dished him with quite a generous amount of heartache and struggles. JP has had to deal with his 11month old son’s death. According to him, his ex-wife took the boy and they went to visit her family on a nearby farm. The tot drowned during that visit and he blames himself for most of what led to that accident. His ex-wife is now a pastor and lives with their other child, who is 7 years old, whom he visits during the holidays.
He quickly reveals to me, both him and his ex-wife wanted to go into ministry but life had other plans. His ex-wife went and studied Theology after their divorce, fulfilling part of their dream. His late brother committed suicide because of the pressures he got from his family. “They pushed him too hard into being the image they wanted him to be, resulting in him taking his own life,” he sadly recounts.
JP admits had he gotten someone to talk to in the last couple of years, he would be coping much better. He has never broken down for the loss of his loved ones and instead his tears turn into fits of anger. “Breaking down would heal me.” Heavy words ringing in my ears after he says them with conviction. His struggle to come close to people and his failure to trust anyone has not been helpful to him either. He admits he has had to deal with social-dysfunctions and realises he needs to learn to be patient.
The light at the end of this tunnel is his faith in God. He believes the Lord will work in him and that he has a future in ministry. He wants to work with broken people and adds in his hope filled talk, he isn't a pessimist. He believes he has a future which back then he didn't believe in. “I struggle to be calm. I understand everything is a process and I have to believe in God.”
