Yesterday, today and tomorrow in tenses
Past, we wondered these dirty streets,
Unswept pavements with broken bottles and,
drinking glasses that stabbed generations
as they drank themselves to death,
Whilst dancing to sounds of disruption,
From music to voices
Rants here and there,
today the streets are forcefully at peace.
Presently we miss walking,
same spaces we walked a month ago, touch and go
nodding to familiar faces,
waving hands free from officers.
Police and Soldiers,
They were forever here,
we just didn’t see them.
Now they’re holding our breaths as never before.
There was my neighbor,
with a broken spirit,
suffered the loss of her young soldier.
She chose not to die in pain
and let her son’s death to be in vain,
Rather be a street vendor,
than to bury her face into a pillow.
wore her pinafore,
tied a doek on her head,
her scarf in her waist
Picked a spot,
built a stand and sold sweets.
the same table stand extended,
her items expanded,
She wears the same smile,
like her sweets however,
now bold to the size of her stand,
So firm yet warm,
like the taste of her gatsby and vetkoek,
along a tenable work ethic.
Today, she woke up to the news,
that demanded her to remain indoors,
so to speak ‘flatten the curve’.
With her flat stomach from starvation,
She tightens her belt and,
Because she doesn’t know what tomorrow would be like.