Comments about Khumo Segaloe
I Am Alone
Tic, Tock, tick, tock.
As I waited for my father to come.
See waiting had become what I do best..as the salty scent of sweat became my identity of waiting in the sun.
No-one wanted to come besides me for they believed loneliness always needed more than one friend, for they believed my pain was contagious.
I was all alone, waiting for the father who was never there.
Funny thing is that, before the waiting, I would pass him by in the streets, no greeting, not even a quick glance.
Funny thing is that, before the waiting, my anger had blinded me into ...