Laughter’s are seen on month ends
when a braai packs will be available for Sunday dinners.
When a six pack of yogurt cups tastes like a lifetime,
but ends before the 5th of the new month.
Mom looks like a queen for 3 days and
treats us like precious gold on our way to the mall on the 1st.
we dream of near possibilities when she asks what we want.
He will jump first ‘a bike’ and
I will just smile and tell him not this month brother.
She will ask ‘what do you want?’ and
I’ll just smile and say anything!
In my mind all I want is a dairy,
a chance to join the acting crew and
sing songs for her to sleep on those nights.
The 7th will come and she will sit on the couch and
scratch her head without disturbances.
She will shout at the first sight of a foot print
on her precious tiles, and lash how she
invested sweat and blood to get money to buy them and
we here to destroy them.
We are useless and ungrateful
on the 8th till the 27th of very month.
The children without value, who don’t know the
struggles of being a single parent raising kids alone.
I’d be a mother on the 15th when meetings occur and end late.
“Think zimasa, cook, clean, tell bro to dust his
school shoes and come back to take a night bath, before
she comes back filled with worry on
how she will pay ‘umashonisa’ back next week.
My heart will pound in my own worry of
missing choir practise to sing my miserable life away.
In secret I’ll leave for it, and come back
finding her on her single seat couch ready to
lash all her dept stress and anger on me, for coming back at 8 o’clock.
Laughter’s will be seen every month end,
when chicken will be steak in the households of
those with single legs and yet carry mountains on their heads,
to guide their children to grow with harmony
in houses of absent fathers and depressed mothers.
photo credit to@bmoesart.