Online Reporter
Amanda Khumalo
WHEN clouds gather and skies turn grey,
You arrive like dawn to chase gloom away.
A flicker of warmth, a whisper of cheer, you bring the sun when storms draw near.
You are witty, wild, gentle and bright — a spark of joy, a burst of light.
You read my mind like an open page, no matter my mood, calm or rage.
You lift my spirit, make me grin.
With you, I feel whole again within.
Our laughter echoes through carefree days.
It is the little moments that always stay.
A shared joke, a snack, a smile — these simple gifts make life worthwhile.
You show you care in quiet ways, which linger long beyond the days.
Your friendship is my steady ground, a place where courage can be found.
No time or distance can erase the space you hold, your sacredplace.
When we unite, the rhythm flows, ideas spark and laughter grows.
A bond so rare, so deeply spun, our friendship shines like the morning sun.
Amanda Khumalo is a Harare-based journalism student with a passion for the arts.
