MICHAEL BOLTON- SAID I LOVED YOU BUT I LIED As this melodious work of art marches into my ear, tears congregate at my eyes. My mind takes me down memory lane. The beautiful structures that was them and I are destroyed. Smoke still rise from the rubbles in my the crushed heart of mine. World War was decades ago, but the intensity of the pain make it seem like it has just happened. I think of my first true love, a true Kalanga Queen. That one girl who defined love for me, Yvette Matshameko. Oh yeah! Yet another Kalanga lady erupts from the rubbles. She is there engraved by the corner like a San painting. I hear her loud voice reverberating in my eardrum, Boitumelo Bohule. That touch to my back is familiar. Of course, it is the Angel from Borolong. I see the pain I left her like burning fire in her eyes. My tongue thinks it can taste her sweetness, Ketshephile Gothata. That cologne....distinct. Can only be from the most curved Mongwaketse. Her smile, telling me not to worry. Oh God, Galaletsang Nageng. My nose can smell her food well enough. I still see us sitting us outside by the peach tree. Insecure because you love me too much. The cool air blows between, we waste time having fun by the road. Oh I feel her weight on my back, Winnie Nka. My ears can hear her distinguished English, that little laughter I love. She appears like she just bathed from a tub full of milk and honey. She is fun to hang with, Maatla Leburu. ...and then....From the days of our teenage to date, you reside here in my heart. You shout at me for being stupid as usual. Of course I almost never listen to you. You try to keep me in line, although I stagger out most of the time. You my dear friend, Atlang Lekoto...she understands most of the time, knows the right words to say to make me feel better. She never shouts at my poor soul. She is that shoulder I can always direct my optic waterfall to, Gotla Motlogi. GOD GIVE THESE LADIES (ALL OF WHICH WILL ALWAYS BE LOVED BY TUMISANG RAMAREA) A LONG AND HAPPY LIFE.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 21:50:40 +0000