Sunday: 20:00
So began the packing of who the man Welile Zondi used to be. Stripped bare were my walls, covered and shut away was any reminder of the colour, the gay, the personality, that made up me.
Initially it felt as if this was going to be an acting challenged of sorts,channelling a lot of anger that i had into this new role and for me acting is my second nature, but this was a performance where i had to forget Welile and use the anger, or "The Hulk" for 10 days.
Packing up started hitting moments of vulnerability and fear when my bedroom walls where adorned by nothing, just a reminder of what was. It almost felt as if I had died and my ghost was floating looking for a host.
And a host did I find.
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