THOKOZILE JAMES
HOMAGE TO THE RESILIENCE
Thrown in the lonely trenches, you can’t really tell beneath all the fruition, all that came with it, all the wreckage, the black and blues, all the spreaded legs.
PREFACE
In this thunderous feast of elevated prose, illustrates an eloquent rhapsody of blemishes, bravery and overcome in a timeless encapsulation of definitive verses and poetry. To capture the tasteful gesticulation of common words used in common spaces. To penetrate just enough, to chronicle her memoirs in a recollection of singular autobiographies penned in ink, from her point of view and recollect.
It favoured her resilience; revered in the responsive dexterity and undeterred by stumbling blocks, catastrophe and embargo. It welcomed the worn petals of broken glass and by and by, deferred with postponement, the years passed with the quietude of unresolved thoughts and unfinished business. Amidst the reconciliation it found resolve in her apology and made amends. They found companionship in their rapport. It wore her like everyday clothes on New Year’s day. Indebted to the experience, the adventure, the fortitude. Allegiance to the craft. I owe it all to you.
THE ENCOUNTER
Diffident for sure. Counterfeited the confidence for a very, very long time, the assured demeanour, to muster up the courage, I carried like armour. But in the interim, while all breath lay dormant, deep in the crevices of my nocturnal routine, like a prowess, a pursuit of musing emerged out of the depth of my abdomen. Didn’t even know it existed, that it called for me repeatedly. It roared like wildcat.
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