The palette of life. A box of chocolates. A traveling carnival. So many ways by which to frame one’s world lens. How to approach life is a daily question and struggle for her. She didn’t tire of it but she was filled with everyday skepticism.
Blue was her color of late. But she wanted to be orange. Today she had a major decision to make. She wanted the right one. However, it was going to be what it will be. To end the moment or keep it going?
So Long.. Years Since i Painted
But i Will Still Smell The Colors
The Palette Tastes Pungent
Yet The Hues
So Many New
When Others Close
It’s Nice to Have my Smell
Back after Losing it to the More
Unpopular Corona Cold For A Whole
Year in 2017.. When The Smell came back
on the Solar Eclipse That August the Rest of the
Year With Only The Smell And Taste of Rotting Corpses
In the Air truly a Feeling of Death in Smell Yet to come Starting
with Michael the Hurricane And Still Going with Covid-19 The Other
Yet i Dance
All The Colors
as i don’t have to
Smell The Death Anymore
it Breathes Now on its own
Perhaps it is for this is the
Hour i held my Only Son
To Die Before Midnight
On.. July 24th, 1997
23 Years ago then
What he taught
Me Most is
as He never got to
do that on his own
And i would Never Have
Any Complaints as My life
was not only 51 Days of Pain
i am Not afraid of Living No Matter what
And Every Door that closes is just another opportunity to Breathe
The Gift That He Never Had Just to Breathe and Even Smile at Least once….
In yellow, purple, red, blue, green and black umbhalo.
It is her with her red sun beaded beret.
The insignia of kingdom.
The imbokodo of kindom.
A signature of culture.
An emblem of Indebele.
Almond shaped green eyes.
Confusion of race but grounding of perception.
Long straight strands of dark brown hair.
Tell us ntombi, we are all raising eyebrows.
I yellow bone lakwaNtungwa
Uphumalanga sikothe wakwaNtungwa.
Umntwana wenhluthu ezingenagrowth.
Mixed colours in union.
Turning heads is your careless attitude.