She minded her own
And most of the times she was alone
But who would have known ?
That behind the silence in her words
And the noise in her silence
Was myriads of questions ,questions she demanded explanations but what was almost clear in her eyes was the pain that ravenously devoured her…
So she always sat under that oak tree,twas her favourite spot..and watch every leaf that fell and withered ..
She could relate,of course she could !It was a constant reminder of her fallen duchy and her stolen dreams.Dreams of flying above oceans and touring places,she could almost see it right before her..Being exactly where she wished to be..Of course those were the dreams she once made on a shooting star,buh now life had placed her exactly where fate wanted her..
Behind her she could hear the resounding innocent cry of the baby she now wishes could call her mama and be the reason for her to live..but how??
How could she think of it? How could she think of bringing another sad mark of her stolen identity …Then now she remembers that night,as he thrust hard inside her,mouth gagged and his hand constantly pressing hard around her neck…her face Contorted beyond description as tears rolled from the corners of her eyes..it was obvious her pain cannot be described in just mere words but he repeatedly kept shouting
“I knew one day I’d finally get you”!
Yes,sad how life quickly turns without alarm..the people we trust,the person she knew..no longer the ally she spent hours laughing with…now a stranger in the night…
And when she found out a part of him was growing right inside her…she decided to bury it with the past..the past she wishes she never remembers ..the past that is right in her present …
The past that left her as an object of derision and everywhere she passes is the silent whispers of judgmental eyes
” akona mdudu”!!
And now it has become a cross to bear not knowing if she should climb on that hill and crucify herself or wait for the thorns to continually prick her head and the vinegar to slowly burn her dry throat till when she can finally say
“It is finished”!!
Because her tears are dry for crying….