Basketball: Netsiyanwaa man of words but a man of action too

Hillary Netsiyanwa’s deep, Dublin brogue sweeps confidently over the backing guitar, the naked love for his home town stitched into every line of the poem he has spent months perfecting before releasing it out into the unending warren that is Spotify.

“I have been places but there is none quite like her,” he starts. “So, take me to Dublin, my adopted home town, home of the forgotten ones, the old, the young, the writers and the painters, the buskers singing rhyming lines for shiny dimes...”