I remember the dawn of his death.
The night before we lay restless in bed as though knowing in our inner being that the day's visit had been our last.
On that day when we visited he was a different man, having suddenly grown old in a few days. As though knowing that he stood at death's door, he could not face us his loved ones. And so he went outside his ward, sneakily smoking his last with the friends that had come with.
With a mother's intuition, perhaps a lover's, my mother knew something wasn't right. He just wasn't himself.
So that dawn as we lay restless, I heard the phone ring. I knew. Then I heard her go outside. She was gone for a while. I'm sure she went to cry. I admire her for not breaking down in front of us, it would have caused us more pain.
And so I watched as her smile faded with time, and her laughter with the sunsets. And I prayed that she'd be healed and find her joy again.
" And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance, I HOPE YOU DANCE "- Gladys Knight. I am dancing on my love journey with self, others and God. Learning to be consistent and unwavering. Discovering HOW I experience love, and pursuing that aggressively. The blog is set out in semi-cryptic-poetic love letters indicative of my experiences, reflections & fantasies centred around the theme of love. Life is a learning love affair.
Friday, November 27, 2015
The dawn of his death
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Will always love u
One of those days when I miss you
Realized on Monday that i'll never open myself up to anyone like I did to you.
I love you
Can't say I 'loved' you
God taught me that love stands forever. It never fails and never ends. Yes I'll meet others, love others, but my love for you will remain the same. I may be drawn to think it has faded with time as I'm left separated from you, but when you do tap into my love again, if you ever do; It'll bounce back up, feelings rushing back like gushing streams.
Rest assured, I will always love you
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Emo about Tshego's departure
My heart is grieved! Can't believe I feel so emo, I guess its the uneasiness of knowing that I can't bang down your door anymore and force my way in for a chat about boys and nothingness, or drag you to PNP in your pjs, or tell you how much I need a friend when really I just want chicken wings. I'm uncomfortable by how i'll probs not see u dance to my fusion of gospel and Beyonce for the next few months, Or have you sing along to a song we both know very well that YOU don't know. I'm gonna miss how creepy clean your room and well folded your blankies were, even when you are laying within them.
Miss u
Xx