Archives for August 20, 2015

Will History Repeat Itself?

Deliwe is a 17 year old girl living at Bhekuzulu rural area with her grandmother who is everything to her. They survive through the granny’s old age grant.

Everyday she has to rush straight from school to her house to fetch water, wash her uniform, cook supper and go back to school for a late study. As she is doing grade 12 this year she can’t help out on some of the chores because she has lots of school work to do. From grade one she has never failed, this year its her chance to prove herself by passing her matric with flying colours so that she can get a bursary or hopefully a scholarship to further her studies.

All these years she has focused on her studies, listened to her teachers and managed to stay away from trouble. Granny can’t afford to bail her out of any trouble as she has been both mother and father to her since her mother passed away after giving birth to Deliwe and her father was never known; some say he was working at a mine in Johannesburg. She is so focused in her studies as she wants to make granny
proud and build a beautiful house for her, hire a lady who can help granny out with her chores and also buy grocery for her.

While they are studying at the afternoon study in school other girls are busy with boys. If she is lamung them for what they sre doing, they tell her “Come on Deliwe. YOLO!” Now there is this boy(Mzwandile) who is flirting with Deliwe. Honestly she does not seem to care about that. This boy is so patient with her he even accompanies her on her way home from school to continue begging her for her heart.

Lets see if Deliwe can stick on her goal without being distracted. Granny is counting in her for heaven’s sake. She has her whole future gazing up on her; one mistake everything will be gone and history may repeat it self.

Song for a Lady

I see you there, I see you clear
What have I to love but you my darling dear?

Your empty mask, your hard set eyes, your raven cloak so full of lies.
Your barest whisper a gale wind’s force, I hear you coming astride the reaper’s moonwhite horse.
Your sharpened blade upon my skin, your mask is blank but i feel your grin.

I hold the power of all the world yet it crumbles before what you’ve unfurled.
A tapestry of wit and spite, glittering with all of your mesmeric might.

The granite stones set within my hardest bones shatter as you move before my gaze, binding me for all my living days.

The endless waters of
my eternity dry to dust even as I fear that you will leave me with your mocking waves, mad with lust.

The air within my lungs turns to blackest smoke as I hear you laugh and my frail form chokes an’ my cheeks remember your unkind strokes.

The fires in the secret chamber of my heart are quenched before our fated battle can even start, your every rebuke still fresh and smart.

The strength of my spirit is naught but feed unto the crows as the truth of my denied humanity finally shows.

Know me for I know you well, as I have labored under your yoke and dredged you up from burning hell.

I hate you and love you oh so well, you crush me and raise me to heaven’s tolling bells.

I know your name my darling dear, I know it well tis writ upon the blade that ever my heart hath speared.

Your name my lady, is Fear.