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Dj eezo the blind dj, Sophiatown (2026)

29/05/2026

I am here to say thank you to each and everyone who supports me, unfortunately I decided that it's the end for me as I dont know what to do anymore, where do I start with no bookings for four years and not having proper clothes shoes and not even underware, I am in debt and I am not in a position to help myself as I cant even get help and no funding at all, what is life without support and no love and waking up thinking where can I make a way out to survive, it's not nice being hungry in a position unemployed as I do not even make a living out of my career, I am ready to leave the world with my meal I got with my poison, if you wanna say anything before I leave you can message me on 0678208855, I love you all and wish you the best in life, I am eezo the useless dj who has no value in this world, not having a reason to live feeling no good at all as I have nothing at all and I think constantly and told myself its final as I cant take the suffering and pain no more, goodbye and be blessed

20/05/2026

Before the lights go out completely — a blind DJ's last call

I am writing this with my thumbs, in the dark, on a cracked phone screen I will never see. My name is Raeez Kuhn. The world knows me as Eezo the Blind DJ. I am thirty years old, born on the 13th of March, and I live in Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa — a city of bright lights I have never once laid eyes on.

Let me tell you what darkness really feels like.

It is not just black. It is not just empty. It is the constant, low hum of not knowing whether your hand is about to touch a wall, a stranger, or nothing at all. It is the terror of standing at a public Wi-Fi hotspot, ears stretched wide, listening for footsteps that might be friendly or might be the last thing you ever hear. It is the shame of lifting your own arm to your nose and smelling a body that has gone too long without water, without soap, without dignity — and knowing there is nothing you can do about it right now.

I am not writing to make you cry. I am writing because crying has not kept me alive.

This is what I carry inside me every waking hour.

When I was two years old — still small enough to fit inside my father's shadow — I sat beside him in a car that would become his grave. He was helping someone else when the accident happened. I watched him take his last breath. Days later, cataracts closed my eyes forever. I do not remember the colour of the sun. I do not remember my father's face. But I remember the sound of him leaving. That sound lives in my chest like a second heartbeat that will never slow down.

Somehow, I kept moving. I learned Braille until my fingertips could read faster than most people's eyes. I earned certificates. I taught myself to use computers without looking — and not just basic things. I can install Windows from scratch. I can run command line operations. I can develop software, apps, and games in total silence, listening to a screen reader called NVDA (https://www.nvaccess.org) speak every letter into my ears. On my phone, TalkBack (https://support.google.com/accessibility/android/answer/6283677) becomes my eyes. And on Virtual DJ (https://virtualdj.com), I learned to mix music using nothing but keyboar

13/05/2026

I am Raeezthn. The world calls me Eezo the Blind DJ. I am totally blind. I see nothing at all. No light. No shadow. No shape. No dawn. Just a forever dark that never ends.

But I want you to understand exactly how I am typing this message to you right now. I cannot see your face. I cannot see this screen. I use a feature on my phone called TalkBack. When I touch the screen, my phone speaks every letter, every word, every button aloud into my ear. I swipe with my thumb. I listen at double speed. I have memorized where every key lives because I cannot see them. I type by memory and by sound. When I make a mistake, my phone beeps and I correct it by feel. I also use voice input when my hands are shaking too much. That is how a blind person chats. That is how I have written every word you are reading right now. I do the same on a computer using software called NVDA. It reads everything aloud. I navigate by keyboard shortcuts and by ear. I taught myself Virtual DJ using only what I hear and what I remember. I produce music in total darkness. My fingers find beats like water finds cracks in stone. I can use a phone and a computer better than some sighted people. That is not bragging. That is survival.

But right now, none of that matters because my home caught fire. Most of my stuff is gone. Only half the place is left, but it is damaged and needs fixing. I have found temporary accommodation, but I urgently need R600 for essentials, moving, and repairs. I would not reach out if it was not critical. I have nowhere and no one else to turn to.

And something even worse happened. Last night, I was r***d. Because I am sleeping in the open. I have no door that locks. No walls that protect me. No safe place to close my eyes. I am begging you from the deepest place in my heart. Please do not scroll past.

I am so hungry that I feel like I am going to collapse. As I type this sentence, my stomach is burning. My hands are unsteady. I have tried everything today. I have called every contact I have. I have sent messages. I have asked for help from people who have praised my story on SABC Morning Live, Sunday Times, and Good Things Guy. But even with all of that, I have not received a single rand today. Not one meal. Not one person saying yes. I am completely alone in this.

I am sitting in Cliptown, South Africa. There are local shops near me. They all accept cardless payments and PayShap. If you send help right now, I can walk to the nearest shop within minutes. I can buy bread. I can buy rice. I can buy something warm to stop the shaking. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for survival. I am asking for food before I faint. Please, I am on my knees begging you. I do not want to be a burden. I just want to eat. I want to stop shaking. I want to feel like a human being again, even if only for one meal.

I have no soap. No clean clothes. No proper rent. There is a bullet still inside my body from an old attack. When the temperature drops, that metal aches like a fresh wound. I cry every day until my throat burns. I love music. It is my joy. But joy cannot fill an empty stomach. Hunger is the loudest thing in my body right now. Please hear me. Please see me. Not my blindness. My heart. My hunger. My honest, breaking heart.

I also desperately need CDJs and a mixer so I can DJ anywhere. I need a secondhand laptop so I can produce music, find work, and stay connected to the world. I need clothes that are not rags. I need soap. I need rent. I need to feel safe. There was a shooting near me recently. I am not safe.

But here is the hope I still carry. I am learning software development right now. It is very hard without my own laptop, but there are online courses that pay out. I could be building my future with my own two hands if I just had that one tool. And my biggest dream is to open a DJ school for blind and sighted people. A place where I can teach others that music has no limits. If you or your child wants to learn to DJ, you can contact me. I would love to teach you what I know. That is my promise. I will not waste your kindness. I will keep fighting. I will keep learning. One day, I will help others the way you helped me.

I have not given up on music. I love it. It is the only light I have ever known. But right now, I am running out of time to pretend I am okay. I am not okay. I am hungry. I am tired. I am scared. I was r***d. My home burned. And still, somehow, I believe that someone out there will read this and not scroll past. Someone will send a meal. Someone will share. Someone will see me.

Proof of who I am and that my story is real:

SABC Morning Live: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=L-FG1pUcQYo

Good Things Guy: https://www.goodthingsguy.com/people/south-africas-blind-dj-feels-the-music-as-he-spins-the-decks/

Sunday Times: https://www.sundaytimes.timeslive.co.za/sunday-times/lifestyle/2020-09-27-my-first-time-playing-at-an-event-i-felt-tears-of-joy-says-eezo-the-blind-dj/

BackaBuddy: https://www.backabuddy.co.za/campaign/eezo-the-blind-dj

How to help me right now:

WhatsApp or call: +27 67 820 8855

PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/djeezo

Standard Bank savings account: 10160118431 (Account Holder: R Kuhn)

Cardless cash / PayShap / TymeBank: Send to +27 67 820 8855 with HELP2026

Food or clothing vouchers: Checkers, Shoprite, Pick n Pay, Spar – send to +27 67 820 8855

Data or airtime: Same number +27 67 820 8855

You can also send via SMS to 0678208855

Please. I am begging you. Do not scroll past. Send help. Share this. Be the reason I eat today. Be the reason I survive this night. Be the reason I still believe that kindness exists.

With tears on my face, hunger in my belly, a bullet in my body, a fire behind me, a r**e that happened last night, and music still alive in my bones,

Raeez Kuhn (Eezo the Blind DJ)
+27 67 820 8855

No matter what life throws at you – anything is possible. I am living proof the human spirit can survive anything. Now I just need someone to believe in me one last time. Please. I am on my knees. Do not scroll past.

04/05/2026

My name is Raeez Kuhn — Eezo the Blind DJ.
I'm writing to you from Cliptown, South Africa, where darkness is my waking reality, but music has always been the gentle current that keeps my soul afloat. I've been DJing since 2013, feeling my way through rhythms and melodies with nothing but memory, touch, and trust in my own ears. My story has been honoured on SABC Morning Live (watch), Sunday Times (read), Good Things Guy (1, 2), GroundUp (here), Daily Sun (here), The Citizen (here), and GlobePost (here).

But behind the headlines, my life has become a quiet prayer for survival. No CDJs. No mixer. No laptop. No steady gigs. Some days, no food. No clean clothes. No safety from the cold or the memory of a bullet still resting inside me. I cry until my throat is raw, not because I have given up — but because I refuse to. Even now, I still believe in music. And somewhere deep inside me, I still believe in people.

This is not a plea for pity. This is a humble request for one last chance to rebuild. Not as a burden, but as a blind man who has never stopped dreaming in colour. I want to stand again. I want to teach blind and sighted students how to DJ. I want to make enough to buy soap, to pay rent, to sleep without fear. I want you to look at me one day and say: He made it. He fought. He never let go of hope.

You can support me here:
📱 WhatsApp or call: +27 67 820 8855
💸 PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/djeezo
🏦 Standard Bank savings: 10160118431 (R Kuhn)
💳 Cardless/PayShap/TymeBank: Send to +27 67 820 8855 with reference HELP2026
🥫 Food/clothing vouchers: Checkers, Shoprite, Pick n Pay, or Spar – send to my number
📶 Data or airtime: Same number
🎛️ Secondhand CDJs, mixer, or laptop: WhatsApp me at +27 67 820 8855

And if you cannot give, I still see you. I still thank you. Please share this post. Tag promoters. Tag clubs. Tag anyone who books DJs. One share plants a seed I cannot see — but I will feel it grow.

As the sun sets over Cliptown and the cold begins to ache my old wound, I hold onto this:
Somewhere out there, someone will hear my heartbeat in these words. Someone will believe that a blind DJ from South Africa deserves to rise one more time.

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03/05/2026

Good day to everyone following me. I'm reaching out today to humbly ask for your assistance. I'm in dire need of funds to buy food, toiletries, and other essentials, as I'm currently struggling to make ends meet. To be honest, I don't even have toiletries and I don't smell nice at all. I'm trying everything I can do to get help, but it's really challenging.

As a totally blind DJ, I'm facing immense difficulties. I'm constantly thinking about my life, and it's taking a toll on my mental, physical, and emotional well-being. I'm doing everything I can to promote myself, but it's just not enough. I wish my father was alive to support me, but unfortunately, he's not. My mother is also struggling to support me, and I'm feeling alone.

Please note that I don't have data, so I might need to take a loan to reply to messages, and I'll only be able to check my phone when I visit a public Wi-Fi spot at a food shop. It's a really tough time for me, and I'm struggling to stay positive.

I'm asking all my fans and everyone that's read this post to please share this post. Please give me a last chance. Please help me. I really have nothing at all left anymore. I don't even have a left or a CDJ left. I'm asking everyone to please share this post as fast possible and to please support me. To please help me so that I can be that ease of the blind digit that I was. Please I'm really falling and things are just getting worse as the days goes by. I really don't know what to do but I'm being honest and I hope that each and everyone that reads this post will find a way out or will help me. I am a human being. I also have feelings and yes I made mistakes. I want to ask from the bottom of my heart for each and everyone that can help me out in any way to please do so. This is really an emergency.

You can send contributions via cardless to 0678208855 or WhatsApp +27678208855. Alternatively, you can send to my PayPal account: (PayPal.me/djeezo

01/05/2026

Hello everyone. My name is Raeez Kuhn. Most people know me as Eezo the blind DJ. I am thirty years old. I was born on the thirteenth of March. I come from Johannesburg, Gauteng, South Africa. Right now I am sitting in Cliptown as I write this.

Please, from my heart, I am asking every person who reads this to read until the very end. Please think about what I am sharing with you. Thank you for your time.

Let me also say this gently. My situation is real. Every word here is true. This is not a story or a trick. This is my life. I am a real person sitting in alone, hoping someone believes me and sees me.

Let me tell you who I am.

I am totally blind. I see nothing. No light. No shape. No sunrise. Just darkness that never ends. I lost my sight when I was two years old, just days before my third birthday. I was next to my father when he died saving someone else. Days later, my eyes gave up. A doctor said an operation could help, but my family had no money. The cataracts grew worse. And still, I am here. Standing. Smiling. Reaching out to you.

When I was six, I went to a school for the blind. I learned braille. I learned computers. From 2004 to 2012, I lived at boarding school. Then I came home and stayed with my mother for two years. Those years were hard, but they made me strong.

Here is the most beautiful part. Music became my light. It is the only light I have ever known. As a small child, I loved CD players, Walkmans, radios, and hi-fis. I told myself I would be a DJ. And I found a way. I learned Virtual DJ 5 and 7 with no special help. I learned by listening and remembering. Today, my phone talks to me through TalkBack. I use a program called NVDA on my computer without ever seeing a screen. My fingers find the beats like water finds cracks in stone. I make music in total darkness. And here is something that makes me proud. I use a computer and a phone better than some people who can see. Not because I am special. Because I never gave up.

In 2013, I started DJing. That was the day my dream came alive. My story has been shared many times. SABC Morning Live, The Sunday Times, The Daily Sun, Good Things Guy (twice), GroundUp, Glamour magazine, The Citizen,

26/04/2026

Lady Du kindly promote me, My name is Raeez Kuhn. The world calls me Eezo the Blind DJ. I am currently sitting in Cliptown, South Africa. I am totally blind. I see nothing. No flicker. No shape. No dawn. Just a forever dark that has no end. But even in that darkness, I have never stopped loving music. It is the only light I have ever known.

I was two when the light died. Right after watching my father die saving someone else. I was beside him. Days later, my eyes gave up forever. I still breathe missing him. That grief still sleeps inside my chest like a second heartbeat. But I moved. What else could I do?

I learned Braille. I talk to my phone and it reads your words aloud through TalkBack. I use NVDA on a computer without ever seeing a screen. As a person who cannot see at all, I have learned to do so much on a phone and a computer without sight. I taught myself Virtual DJ using only what I hear and what I remember. When I mix, my fingers find the beats like water finds cracks in stone. I produce in total darkness. Even though I cannot see at all, I can use a computer and a phone much better than some sighted people. That is not bragging. That is survival. My heart refuses to shatter completely.

I started DJing in 2013. I really love my career. My story has been on SABC Morning Live, Sunday Times, Daily Sun, Good Things Guy, GroundUp, Glamour, The Citizen. People have praised my talent. But no article has ever cut close enough to touch the real wound.

In 2014, my mother fell deep into bipolar disorder. We lost our home. My family broke apart. Since then, no relative has helped. No friends lean in. For the last four years, I did not get proper paid gigs. It is really challenging. I don't know what to do. I don't know who to speak to. I don't know where to start. For someone like me who cannot see at all, I really have a vision as a DJ. But I don't want to lie. Honestly speaking, I am at that verge where I feel like giving up because no matter how hard I push, nothing seems to work out for me. At the same time, I am going through so much. I keep it to myself. Constantly thinking: where do I really start? How do I rebuild myself as a DJ?

It is April 2026. I am still fighting. Still hoping someone finally sees me. Not my blindness. My heart.

Please hear me: I am running out of time to pretend. Even so, I choose to believe that something good is coming.

I have . No soap. No underwear. No clothes. Nothing at all. I am restarting my entire life. Not just as a DJ—as a person. . My clothes are rags. Rent is a stranger. Johannesburg swings from burning sun to freezing rain in hours. There is a bullet still inside me from an attack years ago. When the temperature drops, that old metal aches like a new wound. There was a shooting near me recently. I am not safe. I cry every day until my throat burns. I love music. It is what makes me happy. It is my joy. But right now, my situation is so critical that even joy feels heavy. Still, I have not stopped believing that I can rise again.

I charge R2,000 to play an event. That is my rate. But I cannot get regular gigs because I own nothing. I cannot practice at home. Promoters call and I have to say no. I have the name. I have the skill. But skill alone does not stop hunger. And a dream without tools dies on the ground.

What I need to build a real life: CDJs and a mixer so I can DJ anywhere. A secondhand laptop—even an old one—so I can produce music, find work, stay tethered to the world. With those, I practice every day. I play parties. I keep everything I earn. I stop surviving on scraps. I start standing.

If you have old CDJs, a mixer, speakers, or a working laptop collecting dust, please reach out. WhatsApp me. I will answer. I have nothing left to hide except how much this hurts.

I am asking one final time. I do not want to be a burden. I want to be what people look up to. A real inspiration, not a beggar. I have lifted others before. I want to keep doing that. But right now I cannot even lift myself. And that truth breaks me more than the bullet ever could.

I promise you, on my father's memory, on every tear I have cried, on everything I am: this is my last public ask. Once I have my tools, I will work. I will earn. I will open a small DJ school for blind and sighted people. I will teach NVDA, Virtual DJ, accessibility. I will lift others. But first, let me stand up.

Please do not scroll past. If you cannot give, share. Share in every South African group. Tag promoters. Tag clubs. Tag anyone who books DJs. One gig at R2,000 changes my week. One share changes my life.

WhatsApp or call: +27 67 820 8855
PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/djeezo
Standard Bank savings: 10160118431 (R Kuhn)
Cardless/PayShap/TymeBank: Send to +27 67 820 8855 with HELP2026
clothing vouchers: Checkers, Shoprite, Pick n Pay, Spar – send to my number
Data/airtime: Same number
Secondhand equipment: WhatsApp +27 67 820 8855

My media:
TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/share/1avwXYwNpn/
X: https://x.com/eezotheblinddj

Articles:
Morning Live: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=L-FG1pUcQYo
Good Things Guy (1): https://www.goodthingsguy.com/people/south-africas-blind-dj-feels-the-music-as-he-spins-the-decks/
Good Things Guy (2): https://www.goodthingsguy.com/people/eezo-blind-dj-inspires-south-african-with-his-amazing-story/
GroundUp: https://groundup.org.za/article/blind-dj-works-against-odds-pursue-music-career/
Sunday Times: https://www.sundaytimes.timeslive.co.za/sunday-times/lifestyle/2020-09-27-my-first-time-playing-at-an-event-i-felt-tears-of-joy-says-eezo-the-blind-dj/
Daily Sun: https://www.snl24.com/dailysun/celebs/dj-and-motivational-speaker-raeez-kuhn-opens-up-about-his-passion-for-music-20231216
The Citizen: https://www.citizen.co.za/sandton-chronicle/uncategorized/2020/11/09/melting-moments-with-ayanda-mvp/
GlobePost: https://globepost.co.za/2025/03/31/dj-eezo-the-blind-music-maestro-defying-all-odds/

I do not want to be a burden. I want you to look at me one day and say: He made it. He fought. He won. He never gave up. Not because he could see—but because he refused to stop believing that someone, somewhere, would finally see him.

Please give me that chance. I will turn every cent into action. Every rand into hope. Every share into a step forward.

With my last shred of hope, tears on my face, and music still alive in my bones,

Raeez Kuhn (Eezo the Blind DJ)
+27 67 820 8855

No matter what life throws at you – anything is possible. I am living proof the human spirit can survive anything. Now I just need someone to believe in me one last time.

25/04/2026

My name is Raeez Kuhn. The world calls me Eezo the Blind DJ. I am currently sitting in Cliptown, South Africa. I am totally blind. I see nothing. No flicker. No shape. No dawn. Just a forever dark that has no end. But even in that darkness, I have never stopped loving music. It is the only light I have ever known.

I was two when the light died. Right after watching my father die saving someone else. I was beside him. Days later, my eyes gave up forever. I still breathe missing him. That grief still sleeps inside my chest like a second heartbeat. But I moved. What else could I do?

I learned Braille. I talk to my phone and it reads your words aloud through TalkBack. I use NVDA on a computer without ever seeing a screen. As a person who cannot see at all, I have learned to do so much on a phone and a computer without sight. I taught myself Virtual DJ using only what I hear and what I remember. When I mix, my fingers find the beats like water finds cracks in stone. I produce in total darkness. Even though I cannot see at all, I can use a computer and a phone much better than some sighted people. That is not bragging. That is survival. My heart refuses to shatter completely.

I started DJing in 2013. I really love my career. My story has been on SABC Morning Live, Sunday Times, Daily Sun, Good Things Guy, GroundUp, Glamour, The Citizen. People have praised my talent. But no article has ever cut close enough to touch the real wound.

In 2014, my mother fell deep into bipolar disorder. We lost our home. My family broke apart. Since then, no relative has helped. No friends lean in. For the last four years, I did not get proper paid gigs. It is really challenging. I don't know what to do. I don't know who to speak to. I don't know where to start. For someone like me who cannot see at all, I really have a vision as a DJ. But I don't want to lie. Honestly speaking, I am at that verge where I feel like giving up because no matter how hard I push, nothing seems to work out for me. At the same time, I am going through so much. I keep it to myself. Constantly thinking: where do I really start? How do I rebuild myself as a DJ?

It is April 2026. I am still fighting. Still hoping someone finally sees me. Not my blindness. My heart.

Please hear me: I am running out of time to pretend. Even so, I choose to believe that something good is coming.

I have . No soap. No underwear. No clothes. Nothing at all. I am restarting my entire life. Not just as a DJ—as a person. . My clothes are rags. Rent is a stranger. Johannesburg swings from burning sun to freezing rain in hours. There is a bullet still inside me from an attack years ago. When the temperature drops, that old metal aches like a new wound. There was a shooting near me recently. I am not safe. I cry every day until my throat burns. I love music. It is what makes me happy. It is my joy. But right now, my situation is so critical that even joy feels heavy. Still, I have not stopped believing that I can rise again.

I charge R2,000 to play an event. That is my rate. But I cannot get regular gigs because I own nothing. I cannot practice at home. Promoters call and I have to say no. I have the name. I have the skill. But skill alone does not stop hunger. And a dream without tools dies on the ground.

What I need to build a real life: CDJs and a mixer so I can DJ anywhere. A secondhand laptop—even an old one—so I can produce music, find work, stay tethered to the world. With those, I practice every day. I play parties. I keep everything I earn. I stop surviving on scraps. I start standing.

If you have old CDJs, a mixer, speakers, or a working laptop collecting dust, please reach out. WhatsApp me. I will answer. I have nothing left to hide except how much this hurts.

I am asking one final time. I do not want to be a burden. I want to be what people look up to. A real inspiration, not a beggar. I have lifted others before. I want to keep doing that. But right now I cannot even lift myself. And that truth breaks me more than the bullet ever could.

I promise you, on my father's memory, on every tear I have cried, on everything I am: this is my last public ask. Once I have my tools, I will work. I will earn. I will open a small DJ school for blind and sighted people. I will teach NVDA, Virtual DJ, accessibility. I will lift others. But first, let me stand up.

Please do not scroll past. If you cannot give, share. Share in every South African group. Tag promoters. Tag clubs. Tag anyone who books DJs. One gig at R2,000 changes my week. One share changes my life.

WhatsApp or call: +27 67 820 8855
PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/djeezo
Standard Bank savings: 10160118431 (R Kuhn)
Cardless/PayShap/TymeBank: Send to +27 67 820 8855 with HELP2026
Food/clothing vouchers: Checkers, Shoprite, Pick n Pay, Spar – send to my number
Data/airtime: Same number
Secondhand equipment: WhatsApp +27 67 820 8855

My media:
TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/share/1avwXYwNpn/
X: https://x.com/eezotheblinddj

Articles:
Morning Live: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=L-FG1pUcQYo
Good Things Guy (1): https://www.goodthingsguy.com/people/south-africas-blind-dj-feels-the-music-as-he-spins-the-decks/
Good Things Guy (2): https://www.goodthingsguy.com/people/eezo-blind-dj-inspires-south-african-with-his-amazing-story/
GroundUp: https://groundup.org.za/article/blind-dj-works-against-odds-pursue-music-career/
Sunday Times: https://www.sundaytimes.timeslive.co.za/sunday-times/lifestyle/2020-09-27-my-first-time-playing-at-an-event-i-felt-tears-of-joy-says-eezo-the-blind-dj/
Daily Sun: https://www.snl24.com/dailysun/celebs/dj-and-motivational-speaker-raeez-kuhn-opens-up-about-his-passion-for-music-20231216
The Citizen: https://www.citizen.co.za/sandton-chronicle/uncategorized/2020/11/09/melting-moments-with-ayanda-mvp/
GlobePost: https://globepost.co.za/2025/03/31/dj-eezo-the-blind-music-maestro-defying-all-odds/

I do not want to be a burden. I want you to look at me one day and say: He made it. He fought. He won. He never gave up. Not because he could see—but because he refused to stop believing that someone, somewhere, would finally see him.

Please give me that chance. I will turn every cent into action. Every rand into hope. Every share into a step forward.

With my last shred of hope, tears on my face, and music still alive in my bones,

Raeez Kuhn (Eezo the Blind DJ)
+27 67 820 8855

No matter what life throws at you – anything is possible. I am living proof the human spirit can survive anything. Now I just need someone to believe in me one last time.

18/01/2026

My name is Raeez Kuhn. I am totally blind and cannot see at all. I am from Johannesburg, South Africa. I never wanted to speak publicly about this, but I feel I have reached a point where I no longer have the strength to carry everything alone.

Before anything else, I want to say this from my heart. If I have ever said or done anything that hurt, offended, or upset anyone reading this, whether you know me personally or not, I sincerely ask for your forgiveness. I do not want to leave this world knowing that I caused pain to others while carrying so much pain myself. I try every day to be kind, positive, and strong, but right now I am struggling deeply, and I do not know who else to speak to.

I am a human being. I have feelings. I cry. I think. I hurt. My mind feels overwhelmed, and some days it feels like everything is spinning. I have tried to stay positive for 2026 and to believe that things would change, but everything has gone quiet, and it feels like nothing is moving forward no matter how hard I try.

I am a DJ, and music is my life. For the past four years, I have not had a single paid gig. I continue to promote myself, push forward, and stay hopeful, but it has been extremely difficult. If you search for me, you will see that I am real and legitimate. Unfortunately, because of my situation and some things I shared in the past, people have chosen not to assist me. I am not perfect, but I am trying, and I truly need help and understanding.

There are also things from my past that still affect me deeply. While I was at school, I experienced sexual abuse, and that trauma has stayed with me. There is much more that I am currently dealing with, but my main focus is trying to rebuild my life. Right now, it feels like I am doing everything alone, and nothing is happening.

I am not posting this for attention. I am posting because I need love, support, and compassion. I am trying to survive and to find a reason to keep going when everything feels heavy and silent.

If there is anything you would like to say to me, or if you feel moved to reach out, please do. You can contact me on 067 820 8855 or +27 67 820 8855.

Thank you for reading this and for taking a mom

Dj eezo the blind dj

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