Sometimes I can feel death at back. I try to ignore it but it is too heavy to shake. it’s a shadow…so I turn around and it embraces me. its hands are cold but gentle. it takes me by the hand and draws me nearer, dancing with me gently, swaying it’s hips and kissing me softly.
it’s voice is sweet. it intoxicates me like the song of a thousand sirens. it seduces me. it places my head on its bossom and tells to lay my tired bones there for a while. it cuddles my heart and promises to put it back together piece by piece for eternity.
it’s silence awes me beyond comprehension. is this perhaps what peace looks like? Is this the date my soul has been longing for?
sometimes death is all around and she is beauty in shadows and fleeting moments of arousal. she courts me daily and one day I’ll have to answer.
sadly my beloved, that day will not be today. I have a contract and love of greater proportions here. I love you yet and we will be together soon but only when my work is done.
regards
A depressed soul
By Tiro Makhudu Tiro Makhudu is an aspiring writer who has written for several local television productions and a voice screaming the narrative that needs to be heard with no one willing it to tell it. With an unapologetic, no-nonsense approach, Tiro holds no punches and purports to wake the spirit of his fellow man with the belief that that woke spirit will translate into a sharp and pro-African weapon of a mind that will deliver the African from his mind, body and soul penitentiary. An Africanist through and through and all-round social commentator, Tiroseeks to plant his tiny seedlings in the landscape of the discourse that will one day give rise to the brightest Africa that the winds of change and hands of time will allow
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