Entry 04 – Muthaphuli Tshifhiwa
Name: Muthaphuli Tshifhiwa
Address: P.o.Box 2448
SIBASA
0970
Description:
I am a 19 year old female from South Africa. My childhood was quite amazing despite the bullying I endured. It later on became a problem because it escalated to a point where I couldn’t cope with it. Poetry became my therapy, I wrote about everything I felt, thought and wanted.It saved my life.
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It’s 1940 A place called Bosnia and Herzegovina My name means well born
I am Gina
I slurs when I am about to fight for myself I cringe when I view a reflection Laugh the loudest at the least funniest Remarks makes me uncomfortable While stares intrigue me
However
Me
Gina
I’m married To a man Out and about the streets of Bosnia Fighting the flutes and gilts of Herzegovina That’s what I know What I would love to believe He calls once upon a time Or so I thought I call for his mind daily I always wonder through the four rings (Ring…) Does he want to talk to me? (Ring…) Is he excited to see my name on the screen? (Ring…) Am I wasting my time mother? (Ring…) ………. Maybe I should try again Like I always do Maybe he has a lot on his hands Like the problems of the world State’s economy? (Ring…) My stomach flips (Ring…) Okay maybe I shouldn’t have I should have kept him as a memory Should have stick to baking beans All I wanted to say was… “Hello” Why doesn’t he sound excited I can hear him heavy breath Maybe he just had a nightmare Or ……… No he possibly can’t Not the man who took out my corset in a swift movement No He is faithful Right mother?
I’m crossing my fingers. The thought would always aim at pulverizing one’s heart. But, we’re alive right? Let’s wait for time to uncover it’s secrets.