Thursday, January 6, 2011

Infected by Loice Majora

She watches leaves fall down
She tries to soothe her soul
under the flashing light of the moon
She realizes - more pain.

The grip of fear,
leaves her trembling like a lost sheep in a vast forest.
She weeps  but her strength fails her
She is too weak, the pain cannot be described

She smiles feebly to her dying infant
cuddled to her skinny arms
She smells death but it seems worthy for her now
She is like leaf  which will blow  away with wind

She is like a moving skeleton,
her hips which used to mark her womanhood
have disappeared,
Her soul is shattered like a mud calabash.

She has dead memories
for she remembers nothing good except
the loud and unfaithful husband just like a tattoo.
She realises how it begun
She coughs and spits blood
She is a poor innocent soul paying the fate of being married and lobola paid for
She didn’t have a chance .

She is indeed damned
She realises that she will fade away like dust
and will leave no footprints

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