if I told you I loved you,
Would you easily accept and be mine?
Would you wait for me to prove my love and show you I am Mr right?
If you were mine then,
Would you love me more than you’ve ever loved yourself??
Would you adore me with your all and treasure me as you would your soul?
If you ever became mine,
If you learnt of my past flaws and realized i wasnt the best lover,
Would you still love me the same?
Would you pray for me to change?
Would you wish our eyes never met and hearts never connected?
If I broke your heart and apologized,
Would you take me back?
Would you also want to hurt me by burning my hands,disconnecting my arteries and breaking my back?
Would you hurt me back?
If by any chance I left,
Would you fly all around the world in pursuit for my love?
Would you hire detectives and sangomas to track me down and bring me back to you?
If I ever fell ill and there was no cure,
Would you still stick around?
Would you feed me and wish upon every shooting star for my quick recovery?
If I was left alone,
If the whole world forsook me,
Would you stay by my side always?
Would you hold my hand and wipe away the layers of sadness crowding my heart?
Would you also leave with them?
If I died today or tomorrow,
Would you still love me?
Would you carry my potrait in your arms and face in memories?
Even if it was for a few seconds,would you want us to meet in your dreams every night?
Would you wish you were also dead or maybe you should have died instead?
Would you wish I stayed a bit longer?
How once you were so beautiful,
With a complexion and skin so blissful.
Beautiful eyes so seductive,
Your pink juicy lips saturated of sweetness,
Body made by the finest makers.
With a voice which made the tectonic plates in the earth’s crust shake ,
A morphological structure that made angels wanna escape heaven and marry,
Beautiful heart which made ministers divorce their caring wives and pastors rebel against the scriptures.
Your Long,black curled hair as that of a mermaid,
Short legs and short hands at 40 you still looked like a child.
Wore long beautiful chitenge dresses that like a royal queen you looked.
Damn!you were too good to be man made,
The best in your neighborhood,
An angel,heaven on earth
Gave birth to offsprings that resembled christ,
Hardworking boys and girls that shaped the community,
Inspired young girls to reach for higher standards,
Motivated young boys to sweat for sweet.
Offsprings that everyone wished to have.
with your sweet smelling aroma you attracted billionaires,
Royal Men and women from different lands and calibres,
Kings,queens and presidents,
Pastors, prophets and evangelists.
How once you were so beautiful,
With thousands of mines,
Impregnable minds of youths who paid no heed to crime,
Innocent souls that knew no drug,
Filled with nothing but principles sent on from our ancestors.
Citizens who knew nothing but love, peace and harmony,
Treated tribal friends as one.
How I admired you,
Your courage and peace,
Your irresistible attractive nature,
Now your life is just but pitiful.
Why have you fallen?
Your offsprings now resemble crime,
With no vision or care,
They have abandoned prayer.
Their hearts with with envy are filled,
Corruption and deceit their daily food,
Your fruitful land and mines sold.
Hunger and pain is the only thing on the children’s faces readable,
Grade 1-7 the only thing affordable,
Both elder’s and young people’s behaviour abominable!
Hopeless, lifeless are mothers in the streets,
Fathers that can no longer buy their children sweets,
Children that can’t afford school so they spend their days having wild sex!
Who shall correct these errors?
Who shall stand up and fight for your dignity?
Who shall hoist your flag tomorrow as everyone abandons you?
Who will make you better and restore your reputation?
Who will water your land,work your mines,build you schools?
Who will rid out all this violence and chaos?
We have all lost our way,
We just watch you go to ruins,
Watch you go to dust,
We just seat and watch and the only thing on our minds is,
Beaten,battered and forgotten,
Left for dead,
Red carded like a mango that is rotten.
She has been hurt,
In the name of love she has been misused,
Of her pride and virginity she has been stripped,
Seen as nothing but a joy ride ,after which everyone disperses while she’s left alone to deal with the pain and disgusting memories.
She’s been bruised,raped,
Forsaken and physically abused.
With ugly scars on her forehead and lips,
Tatooes inscribed on her dark skin,
Insults engraved on her once beautiful heart.
Isolated she lives in the streets,
With nothing to eat or drink,
No clothes to wear and lotion to apply,
No papers and so for jobs she can’t appply,
Only her smelly body she can sell to survive.
Called all sorts of names,
I’ll treated by society she wishes she was never born.
Stripped naked in the face of the public for the whole world to see,
Brutally abused and beaten to the point of death for a point to be proven,
Now she’s left lying in the cold,
unable to breath.
They whipped Her to the point of no return this time,
The pain was too much,
she has finally died and crossed over to the other side.
Lifeless and peaceful she now rests.
Why is society so good at judging and not helping?
Why is society so good at destroying and not building?
What has society ever done to help build these so called prostitutes?
Has society ever wondered what made them become who they are today?
What has society done?
What have you done to help out such a one?
Instead of publicising their nakedness,why not publicize their helplessness for the whole world to see?
Instead of stripping them naked,tearing the only clothes they have,why not dress them with love and care?
What has the government done?
Why can’t society hold hands wto come up with a solution?
Put your loving daughter in her shoes,only then can you see the cruelty, unjustness and hypocrisy of society.
I know its been ages since I sat to write but hope you understand my predicament.
Its not that i forgot about your existance or essence but because Lately I’ve been busy.I’ve been T
oo busy seated on one position with nothing but guns and bullets.
I don’t even remember the taste of food,the way it feels to walk or the way it feels to just seat in the cold refreshing bath tub and forget about life.
Ive forgotten how it feels to have a caring touch,how cold ice cream is,having someone peck me and just say they loved me,
how it feels to have someone rub my back or jump on me when I come back from work.I’ve forgotten myself
Life in Africa ain’t a joke as expected. I wish I never came here in the first place.
Dont blame me but yesterday I had to shoot a kid. just a young boy in his early childhood. He was hungry ,all alone,with no shirt,barefooted looking for his mother i bet.
Startled by the noise in the Bush,mistaked him for a hostile,i released fired,i fired and fired.
I fired not until i saw who it was,moved closer to him as i stood in shock.silence became too loud,echoes within my soul crying and demons celebrating.I saw him gasp for air as he struggled to breath,eyes crying for help as he moved his little fingers to touch my boot.”what have I done?”was all my mind could process.
Cried my eye balls out from dusk till dawn,
My hands trembling and heart racing as I seat on my position praying we abort the mission.
The pain is too much I need someone to talk to,I need a friend,a confidant, one i can share my experience with,i need my wife.I need my wife or else I will lose it.
sorry but the general is approaching I can’t continue writing, see you next time when I write if I’ll still be alive but incase I don’t make it,Find your way to the arms of my loving wife.
Drowning in my own tears,i seat to larment As I seat and write on this broken old bench of the train station.
The train is about to take off,everyone is inside but I am here writing.Trying to remember a glimpse of her beauty,trying to inhale the air of my hometown one last time,trying to…….say…goodbye
As I embark on this quest, I have nothing but one pending request in my chest,
In case I don’t make it back alive,would you please convey these messages I’ve sat to enscribe in you?
Would you Please be there to remind my wife of her beauty,be there to tell her how much I will miss her?When she’s down and lonely will you be there to remind her of the time when I teased and made fun of her,all those times we fought endlessly until she won or how she laughed uncontrollably at my terrible voice when I sang?Truth be told,I still think am a good singer.
When she’s tired of living,will you please tell her of that day I carried her on my back when she got too tired to walk during the hiking?will you Be there to remind her of how strong she was whenever I was down?when she’s weak will you please just read out loud that beautiful poem I wrote for her? In Case she forgets the meaning of life or happiness,will you remind her of my love for her?show her the memories we shared and time together we spent?will you?
I have a lot to say but then only a few seconds left before the train leaves, i wish we had enough time together but then I have a war to fight.
I don’t know if I’ll have enough time to write because am going to Africa.A place where guns are heard after every mini second. Where bullets fly so high that no birds can even be seen flying,a place where bodies of women and Kids are burnt daily even the sky changed from blue to black.I’m supposed to survive because iam a trained and qualified soldier.I have been taught self defence,how to attack,how to feed,how to be fast but hey!this is Africa am talking about.Land of the brave, strong and energetic.A land so big and wide with wildlife and green vegetation.All in all please pray for my safe return,will write again when I can(signed )
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Tomorrow I have to take off for war,I’ll be gone for some time and honestly I don’t even know if I’ll make it back alive.
I’ve been trying to make myself smile lately but its not working out.I dont know why but It feels Like I have lost control of my body because I can’t stop crying,I can’t stop shaking and its freaking me out.
Well guess what?
Today i gathered my strength and Broke the news to her.My lost rib,my doctor when am sick,my best friend in all weather and partner in crime.That woman whose loved,supported and cared for me me unconditionally.My wife.
Like expected she just gave me a kiss on the forehead and smiled.I know She was being suportive but in her eyes I could see her grieve,For the first time in my life i could see my hero break.I saw how she struggled to stand On her feet or even hold the glass cup.I could see her heart beat vigorously almost ripping her chest apart.I watched the adrenaline flow through her veins sending electrical shocks as she lifted her cup and shouted out loud “To my sergeant!My love,my life,cheers!”
Was that supposed to be cheers or tears?I don’t know either.
I know she’s Strong and brave but then its hard.knowing she will be alone,knowing i cannot touch or caress her,not being able to see her beautiful face each and every day when I wake up.Its so unbearable that just the thought of that fact makes me wanna cry but then soldiers don’t cry do they?
What if I don’t return?what if this is goodbye?What if….i….die?
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