It was a hot Monday
and the sun was glowing like it got something to say.
At school I was so happy without having a fear of losing something,
it was a day I knew everything in my Matric journey and I felt like I'm Steve Harvey (my genius) .
During break time something told me to check up on my younger sister
and on that day she was beautiful as usual,
I asked her if she's okay and she replied with a smile that she's okay
and she's also mentioned that our father was admitted into the hospital yesterday (Sunday) .
It was the last period,12: 46 the time I saw terrible news
that my cousin lost her uncle, who was known to be my Father.
I ran from 1st floor to 3rd floor to tell my sister that she must go home straight.
Around 13: 00 we were both called to the staffroom to be told that he's really no more.
It was my first time seeing my sister heartbroken and
It was my first time to be daydreaming.
I remembered the words my Father told me,
'Your life should not stop because someone passed away, that person lived his/her life now it's time to live yours and at the end of the day we live to die'-He said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem