09 June 2020 Poem by Okello Baloyi

When your soul leaves your body, I wasn't aware, but I heard your footsteps deep in my heart. All I wanted was to trade my life for you, but the decision wasn't mine to take. Why we undulating acquiring belongings and grooming ourselves if it won't be needed to the other side.

What's death to life? when roses appear to be beautiful at first hand but eventually die. I was that kid who would only cross the road when held by hand. As I once bear the burden of crossroads, surely my grief won't take my life.