You never leave whole You leave bit by bit Scuffling feet Fighting thinking head, Fighting breaking heart in hand. You never leave whole, You leave beaten You leave broken One too many times. You pick up all the little pieces waikungaanya. Pieces too heavy to even try walking with head held high you carry yourself head bowed. Then you set yourself down pieces of you, at your feet like God recreating you gather yourself waikungaanya. You put yourself together waipaakanya. But you never leave whole, You leave one tired piece at a time Until all of you has left You never leave whole, You leave empty But you arrive whole kuikungeka. You return whole back to self.
About the Author:
Munukayumbwa ‘Mimi’ Mwiya is a floater who sometimes sits still long enough to write. She is Namibian.
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