Before I get to the gist of what this blog is all about. let me pay homage, respect and
dues to the best dad ever, my mom. Not forgetting about the pen and the page, the only weapons I posses, mightier than the sword, more deadly than a loaded gun. Let’s take aim.
When my mother died, the moon bathed the landscape in eery colours that night. Every shadow looked creepy, but no shadow formed could ever prosper against the hurt I felt. The thought of my little brother haunted me, a little boy who lost a mother at the tender age of eleven and a father at one. my little brother will never know a mother’s love.
That night, I wish i could have crawled back, into the womb that gave birth to me when I still had a chance. When the white rod of burning reality, hit you right in the middle of the eye, tongue tied you speak only in murmurs and abated breaths. You stare right into the throng of things but you hardly see a thing. When I ingested the honey coated titbits; “Ha hoa hlaha se sa hlaheng. Tsheliseha mokuena.”, they rise up my spine ans come back spewing vomit with bitterness.
If I had a say on what the future might hold, if heaven forbids burdens and pains were to be shared mine would seem less greater than you thought. It is because it its, and you will realize that mine was lowered into the ground of failed dreams and despair. How i wish one day when heaven have it’s roll- call, you name will be called out. The grim reaper walked in the vicinity of the ambition you had of me.
REST IN PEACE MAMA.