From the depths of my
heart to the very last inch of hope I will fight till the end. We walked slowly
to the graveyard; her tears fell from her face as she lay to rest the only man
she had loved. We all cried, I cried but she cried the most. The man was my
father. Dust to dust ashes to ashes all was done we went back to our homes
heads and shoulders down but still we had to live our lives.
Two years she
mourned my father on the third I found the man of my dreams. Dreams do come true I said to myself. Love
was in the air my heart had been stolen, I hid his heart too far from the world so
that no woman can find it. Our love grew, days became weeks, weeks became
months and months drew closer to us being joined together in holy matrimony.
On
the eve of the wedding a woman came to me by night. She spoke in a low tone and
decided not to be known. She told me everything; everything that I myself
believed was true. 'My mother, my hope all had been deferred and my heart is
sick. Is it true?' She said yes. No man can hide from his sin, no matter what he
does he sin will find him.
The curse of my mother had come upon me. The man we
buried three years ago was not my father, the man I fell in love with is my
brother.
written by Hawulethu Patrice Dube
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