TITTLE: TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY                                                                by Wonke abucus Lepheana   

I found her seating on the corner next to her bloody panties, I walked pass her thinking she would ask for my help but she just continued nursing her tears. How numb could her heart be not to trust any human being?  I walked back to the corner after a few steps I had taken hurtful as they were. Before I could open my now frozen lips from the winter breeze, she said I do not want your benefit filled pity. All you man are the same; you walk proud with so many broken hearts hanging down your blazers like high school accomplishment badges, some of you are preachers and even fucken teachers. After breathing restlessly she said I guess you all know where my future is, because you forever rub my palms and promise me such n such. All these blood painted fantasies hidden in diamond bracelets and pink drinks I fall for. After she had said all this, I was emotionally molested. I now wished I was deaf or blind for that matter, crossing my fingers that she breaks down and not talk anymore because I couldn’t take reality as raw as she was feeding it to me.

Right after I had that thought she busted out loud, asking me if her firm breast were a curse, if her bum had a message written on it saying “I wanna be treated like a slut”. After she said all this I touched her future robbed palms and sat next to her. I pointed up to the blurry stars; in return she looked straight into my teary eyes and said are you too trying to sell me sweet lies. I looked away wondering who ripped her faith who burnt her hope who ignored her love who destroyed her trust was she blinded by lust. Who was I to judge her; I too was an emotionally dark person who knew nothing about love who never thought of pouring out their true feelings towards anyone. I looked back at her and I said I do not know what happened to you or who did this to you, and I won’t put you threw the misery of asking all those questions, but I will offer you my hand it’s all up to you whether you grab it or not, if not I will walk away and not look back. Just like the thousand people who have walked pass us since I sat here. She looked at me again and said why did you walk back in the first place, and all I could do was to swallow my frozen saliva with no words coming out of my mouth.

She stood up, looked at me with disappointed eyes and said exactly what I thought. At that moment in time everything seemed to be moving slow and thoughts of how the city had turned so cold that the people never felt the winter and were never optimistic about the summer. I stood up with my eyes staring into a puddle that was created by an unfixed pipe, and I asked her do you know what love is, have you ever felt it. I knew that these were inappropriate questions to ask at that point in time, but what was I to do I offered her my hand and she didn’t take it all I had was my heart that I had ignored this whole time. I grabbed her hand and started walking surprisingly she followed me; we spoke about politics until we got to my place as if something hadn’t happened. She took a bath I played some blues and cooked us dinner, she thanked me for not just walking off and asked me why didn’t I, and all I could say was am trying to win the city back from the demon that took it away and killed hearts of angels like you.