I swung flung the doors of my front door open for you
Invited you through the corridors of my most precious memories
Led you to swirl on my glaringly white linen and wove stories for you
Forged through my powers of imagination with a dash of realism
But yet when fortune favored you in turn you briskly flung swung shut your doors on my face.
Funny wasn’t that a hint of friendship that I saw at the corner of your eye? Some acceptance?
For some of us it is excruciating to be cruel to others
We explode in love in the midst of what we think is friendship
We know not foe from friend
It’s a course
It’s a blessing
It’s a gravel road that lead to contentment to lent a friend a hand
And eye to pour out
And a thought to prop them up against the strong currents of life’s cruelties
We find pleasure in that
But when our being finally accept that the road has ended
We fondly look elsewhere for the journey of compassion
And the outlet of unpretentious caring
For to care for a barren land that resist all efforts for fertility beyond tilting
It is like waiting for one’s very own last breath.
© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2016