Enjoy this weeks poems!!
HOPE by Miriam Banda
Yes, now there is hope
Even in the face of HIV
For Hope Is Vital, we say
In one accord, there is Hope
For there always has been Hope!
Hope in the hearts and faces of our families
Our primary caregivers
Our treatment buddies who are our children,
Who with love and support
Journey with us, in our daily paths
On the journey of healing,
For now there is HOPE!
Hope of Zero stigma,
Zero tolerance of discrimination
Zero levels of self-stigma
Because POSITIVE we are
About our HIV positive statuses!
Committed to positive living
As we move forward together in this life,
Bringing continued hope and enlightenment
To all mankind through the face of HIV!
For Better, For Worse
A Prose by Peter W. Nawa
The smack on her face sent her crashing to the ground. She received a striker’s kick to her right; she thought she heard her ribs crack. She cocooned herself and leaned back against the wall hoping that the wall would protect her from this brutality. But like the wall had done many times before it denied her request. So all she could do was cover her face and hope that was not the day that she would meet her maker. Then as suddenly as the beating began it stopped. It was not until she heard the door open and close, that she allowed herself to cry.
Now this woman will never cease to amaze me. Here I was a bachelor, who was willing to make her happy and my love so generously going to bestow upon her. But each time I asked her to be my girl she gave me the same reply.
“My mind wants to love you but my heart says no.”
What type of nonsensical rubbish is that? Tell your bloody heart to love me, I would tell her. But no, so for two solid years I kept asking her the same question and for two solid years she gave me the same reply.
“My mind wants to love you but my heart says no.”
And the day she crushed my heart is the day she married that hooligan of man.
When the tears had dried, she got up wincing through the pain. She was thankful at least this time nothing was broken. As she began to put the furniture together she realised that she had been reduced to a punching bag. She was trying to comprehend that how was it that the man she married would be a beast one second and lamb the next. She could not understand how a man whose first words when he awakes are I love you, who knows her birthday and anniversary, who knows that her favourite colour is not red but crimson and still writes love letters in this day and age. She failed to understand. One thing she did know is that she had two options. Stay and die or leave and survive. She chose the latter. She went up to pack.
Why isn’t there any justice in the world? Why is it that the good girls always fall in love with the bad guys when we the good guys are over here? The signs were there begging her to see. The first time she tasted the back of his hand should have been the day she ran for her dear life straight into my wide and open arms. Alas my arms remain wide open. All I can do is hope that she realises that she is in hell and heaven is not too far away if only she will look in my direction. Until then I pray that she feels the heat of hell she is in sooner rather than later.
She packed her final blouse and closed her suitcase. She looked around her matrimonial room and opened the door to leave. She paused. On the floor she saw a trail of rose petals that led somewhere. She followed them step by step, step by step. Until she came to the living room and there on the dining table was the most beautiful bouquet of white roses, her favourite flowers. She went and got the note it read, “I AM SORRY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME”. Then from behind the door he appeared, with tears rolling down his eyes.
He said, “I am sorry, I will never to that again. Please forgive me, do not leave me.”
At that moment she heard the voices at the back of her heard telling her no do not believe him. He is lying. She quieted the voices. Her lamb had returned.
She ran into his arms and they locked in an embrace like that of lost lovers and their hearts were in sync. It was at that very moment that she turned and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ears, “In another life time.”
She walked out of the door for good.
By Kapa187
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