Archive | April 2017

A Mother’s Nightmare

She stood ash faced as the casket took him six feet under

She wished the pieces could have landed in different places

But she believed it was destiny

Her Mama always told her, “When Destiny decides your fate, you never argue with her.”

Somehow deep inside, she wished she had put a fight against this Destiny being

Then maybe, just maybe her son will still be breathing this air


She looked at all the ‘mourners’ who have come to pay their last ‘respect’ to the deceased

A storm of emotions rose within her

She knew most of them came to confirm that indeed he was dead

For everyone standing around his grave will not spend a nickel-worth of respect to this Dead

They did not know him as much as she did – before…

Before he got possessed by bad spirits

He was once a good-natured, kind child


This morning she saw that sweet child he once was

As he rested down in the coffer

She was happy that financial-wise, she did not hold back in making sure that he looked respectable

The grey designer suit she bought him suited him so much

That hope was placed in her heart as she expected to see him opening his eyes at that moment

But a she planted a kiss in his cold cheek; she knew that the only journey left to their final meeting place was hers


As she threw a handful of dirty or ‘dust to dust’ as the holy man called it

She heard the distinctive sound of the siren announcing the arrival of new guests

She counted three policemen as they make their way to the mourners

She held her breath and nodded

She was ready


You see, a parent burying a child is never a good sight

But a mother burying a child who died by her own hands is every parent’s worst nightmare ever

As the police led her away, she knew by then that no one will ever understand

They wouldn’t understand why she did it

But she had to do it – to guarantee a place in Heaven for her wayward child

Yes, that’s how much she loved the child she brought to this appalling earth

Did they think it was easy to pull that trigger?

She cast her eyes to the heavens as she said a short prayer for the souls her son and his gang took forceful from this earth

The last prayer she said was for her son – may the One above keep him safe until tonight

Yes, tonight she will reunite with her real son

The son she carried in her womb

Not the monster that greedily took from the poor,

The monster that left so many homes widowed and fatherless

The monster that she took down with three bullets

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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Exiled Mind

I woke up this morning thinking how bad my life was

Oh the things I could change if I had choice

My bed needed new sheets

I didn’t like the taste of my coffee

I hated my job

The coat didn’t match the colour of my eyes

I could go on about how unfair life was

Till I saw her

 


With one child on her back and one holding to the helm of her skirt for dear life

As she rushed pass me

Tears of regrets and years of bad choices running down her beautiful face

Her tiny feet had dried up rivers going all places

The lines on her face betrayed the beauty she once was

Her ashen face deceived those it can about her time in this earth

The shoes on her feet were one with the dust beneath her soles

They had all their earthly belongs on their backs

 


She stared straight through my soul with her probing eyes

Silently she questioned my ungratefulness

And with shame, I walked away…