Rachael Manda Mtetesha
A woman among women
Tears I have shed
endlessly for her, crying out a the hurt that keeps hurting, the pain that
can’t go away and the heart break that cant mend has been my lot…
I have had to struggle
through this life hoping your loss was a nightmare I will awake to, at times a
reality I will forget…
There are times I
miss her smile, her love and care, her stories, laugher and happy face. I miss
the days when we would go places alone, when we would, sing, dance and
celebrate life together.
My days of mourning
are endless, times of weeping bitter, heart rending and agonising and the joy
of life dampened. I’ve lived each day of her loss like the wind moving from
direction to direction, sometimes like a whirl wind, yet mostly like a cyclone
and hurricane of mass destruction.
There are many times I
miss her wise counsels, especially in critical times like these when am lost
and in need of direction, support and a mother’s helping hand. I always can
help but imagine how this would have turned out different if up to this day you
were alive….
But… somehow I have
to move on… hope on… fight on… and live on. With hope as my guide I know I will
see you again. With all the strength in me a will fight to be the son you sort
to raise, fight to make it to that glorious kingdom to come and fight to make a
better life for those you loved and cared for. And live on and on and on each
day of this life till we meet again.
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