Author : Busisiwe Ngcanga
Description: I watched them from a distance as they said their goodbyes, my aunt was sitted next to my grandfather, I watched as everyone of attentively, my brother was holding my moms favorite blouse, pink with balck and white strips standing next to my moms coffin. I felt some drops on my cheeks, can i be crying? I'm the last person to be crying, i drove them to their resting place. I stood there hopelessly and heartbroken, i looked up, it was dripping rain drops, " thank goodness I ain't crying", I'm pretty much sure they will also wonder why am I crying when i should be celebrating, well none of them could ever have the strength ans courage taht i have right now, it is not easy but here i am paying my last respect to my precious mother and father. I saw my uncle coming towards my direction i wanted to hide somewhere or be invisible at that instant but was rather to late. He looked so pale, but i felt no remorse for him he deserves everything coming his path. He had handcuffs on his feet, wearing the usual prison attire. He came and stood next to me, he held my right shoulder, i felt shivering all over my body. I looked up to him, how can someone who once saw me as his daughter do such a thing, how does one coming from a spiritual, church going family turn to be a devil worshipper. I stood there frozen to death, i then said a little prayer" Nkosi nakule ngxokolo ndoyame ngawe" (Lord in this also i put my trust in you).
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