Missing places (An excerpt)
Written: 15 Mar 2014
It is amazing how so many decisions establish themselves in a day, often without our conscious consent. I see now how truly we often decide on things even before sitting down to confront the question. Often, the sitting down is necessary simply for the decision to reveal itself, fully formed and no longer entertaining any doubts.
Sometimes, I miss everything in my past. I…
the road to kindness #1
I had always been foolish. It was only on my twenty-third birthday that I realised I had grown wiser. That day, I made a wish that the following years would see me grow kinder.
They say a journey starts with one step. And perhaps that simple wish is the first step I took on this road to kindness.
At twenty-four years old, there are still many instances of wrong turns and getting lost – moments…
Like a deer that has witnessed
thousand killings in the forest:
hunters who pull their triggers,
innocence falling on dead leaves.
Squinting eyes, waiting
for the familiar stance of a huntsman
the calculated shifting of weight
before lifting the barrel of their guns.
Ready now to run. Knowing now
an attack. I know now
when to run. And here you come
Your every move as gentle
as I had never seen.
Order of Preference
All the things God took
from me He gave to you.
And between the things you hold
and your hands, I take
For every unique pain I suffered,
God gave you the only cure.
But between the remedy
and the heart pumping it, I choose
Enriching the vocabulary
Teach me words of rejoicing -
When I found you, I lost
all poetry of loneliness.
“Towards that time
and unknown place
where we shall know
what it is to arrive“
When God wrote our story
He made sure to catch us
Unawares foolish dreamers
of a future without each other Proud
Of the loneliness we’ve chosen
Some people are always meant
To go, said you and I – two people
So alike homeless
Drifters who never even really arrive
To say we…
They will become women. By then they will be educated, independent, ready to go out into the world, fall in love (if they haven’t already done so while here), start a family, have children of their own (if they don’t already have one while here). But now they are just a bunch of pre-pubescent girls boisterously imitating the behaviour of a ‘bayot’. I want to put an end to the joke, tell them that…