Where Ever You Are, Xholile Or Xholisile
I happen to me her in R55 and Heidelberg road
Miles away from Alberton City
Xholile or Xholisile
Uncertain and certain she is from Kwa-Zulu Natal
Some men are useless
Unable to provide basics
And help the needy
She looks more like prostitute
I judged a book by its cover
She told me her misfortune
Her humiliation Harassment and discrimination.
By her step mother, women do that to other women?
Don't blame me for not folding the conversation as it should
Bare with me, i am not a Zulu
She now has disorganized sexuality
Sores in valobian tubes
Sometimes painful and Ichy
Genuine, no expectation for future
And she started crying
Ku'zo lunga sisi' my first attempt to comfort her'
It was more like transplantation of emotions
As I felt the pain she was in
I hold her in my arm trying to comfort her
I remember something she said
About a lady in Paulpetersburg
And Z.C.C priest
Their intention and attention to help
But without success
She went to city of Johannesburg
Through the aid of truck driver
I don't know her whereabouts and her survival
It was first time and last time I see her
Well Lady, wherever you may be
You deserve gentle balance life
And a helping hand
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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