I don’t stare
But I’ve made a trillion glimpses.
She is beautiful without
And within, my heart is in awe of her.
...
Sometimes I don't feel alive,
and sometimes my feelings are ambivalent.
My thoughts are songs that are on repeat.
I cry a thousand tears within and without and
...
The little world we belonged to,
Defined me as East, and you as West.
A line was determined beforehand;
Splitting us by our visible differences,
...
During the mauve sunset,
She was with me; hot, mild, assiduous, all so luxuriate,
clothed in black and a tint of lemon.
She was fair, and my desire for her lead on,
...
When you left,
I went into the kitchen,
To make myself a cup of tea.
...
I am not impeccable,
My natal scars bring about unpleasant things,
Part of me wants to destroy the other;
I want to eat my own flesh, yet drive away my belief.
...
I faced the white duvet cover,
but couldn't see it in front of me.
Tears flooded my eyes,
but I couln't feel them.
...
Dear God,
Use me as a vessel upon this desert sea
To travel
Use me as a vessel still to reach
...
Like a bride ought to be set
let me also be primed:
Or like a young girl who
awaits for her season
...
As unworthy as I am;
I came to you.
For there was none other I could
go to.
...
We are like instruments,
Unique; percussion, wind, stringed…
Our moods are the keys:
We can be happy, sad, angry,
...
It was sunsets then,
It was tea.
It was eyes then
That leaked ease.
...
Every day for registration
I would walk in and turn right
to give him a ‘good morning’ smile.
He would reply with that soft voice he had,
...
Let me sit still in your palm.
Let me sit still in your palm, and
Tolerate I implore you
...
Once again I’m at this downfall in life,
which I never get to see
its beginning or where it lies.
“I don’t get it” I cry.
...
If you’d boast of some defeat
Then why should I move towards you?
Why should my steps be at the same pace as yours?
For each time I’d make a step you’d get closer
...
</>Tabo, you need to change!
You need to change!
Why have you been going round
this way?
...
Mostly I find it hard to talk; to open my mouth and just talk. I prefer to reveal every layer of thought, expressing it on a piece of paper.)
A True Woman
I don’t stare
But I’ve made a trillion glimpses.
She is beautiful without
And within, my heart is in awe of her.
Her speeches: words of truth,
Words of wisdom, words of motivation,
Words of encouragement,
Like rain fall
On my parched ground.
She is a teacher and a
Leader; in heart a mother.
She is strong;
She is my wonder;
My failures’ success.
She is a warrior,
Facing opposition with steadfast bravery.
She is a true woman;
A gift of God.