Moffat Mungazi
Audrey Kadeya
COME to think of it
Is there really light at the end of every tunnel
Or it’s just a fantasy because it never worked for my fable
Come to think of it
Does a bad beginning really make a good ending
Or it’s just a made up proverb
Because to me living was ever lamentable
With each day that came by
Hope vanished like the early morning due in the face of a rising sun
I would wake up to having regrets as my breakfast
Despair as my lunch
And if only as my supper
Who knew that monsters can immerge from those you immensely put your trust in
I was there to watch my life slumbering before my eyes
Every time l would hear the slamming of doors
My heart would instantly be inundated with terror of peril
He would not even put effort to at least kiss the blarney stone
Rather he would just choke me by the neck whilst l begged him to stop
Still on the periphery of life’s jaws he threw me
And just like that
He would force his being on me without consent being sort
Yes! HE would sink so low to that extend
Melancholy and my cries of anguish fell on
Aloof mind-sets
And deaf ears
Whilst he would complete his mission of derailing me from the earth’s surface
And sabotaging my inner voice
As obstacles mushroomed day by day
And barriers surfacing with every moment that came by
I had to keep the ball rolling and get rid of my pain too
Eventually, there it was
Promising me the fruits of heaven
whilst providing a paved pathway to hell
All the melancholy
The despondency
The disconsolation evanesced into thin air
When the dictates of destiny led me straight to my source of solace
DRUGS
With the demise of my frantic grief and appal
Every day was now filled with an adrenaline raising atmosphere
But upon the moment l failed to acquire my pain assassin
I would feel the earth trembling with thunder and earthquakes
As shrieking joy would split into quivering shreds of darkness
As l felt reduced like a whirling little dot
It seemed as if death was knocking at my door step
As this would make my head snap and spin
I had to find a way to get back to my soulmate again
So the cycle had to ensue
Now all that is left of me
Are shambles of an emotionally dead me
But to those who have attentive ears
And are still listening to my fading voice
This is what l have for you
Life is too short to be embracing oppression and torture
Hoping that it will magically come to an end one day
Taking the wrong methods to relieve depression is not an option
Protect the child especially the girl child from environments that expose them to abuse
Silence does not speak, therefore it cannot be heard
Speaking out loud is choosing life over death
Thank You!!!
The writer is a Form Two learner at St David’s Bonda Girls’ High School.
