green illusion

This is it, this is the end, the moment we have all been thrusting our minds and bodies towards through the year. It is the big finish. The fumes of satisfaction and victory choke the hall we are all crammed in; everyone seems to be in sync with harmony. Everyone, everyone but me, everyone is ecstatic but me, everyone else is reveling in the glitz but me. I am not in tune with the pop of champagne, my laughter is broken and my smiles cannot hide the lies. My spirit is faint and it is fast becoming obvious to everyone else. They can all see it; am a marked man and the whispers behind my back tell it all, hell, my palpitating heart and fleeing shadow betray me. It is now obvious. So why am I still here?, why do I still breath? Of what purpose am I to this world, to my family, to my friends? I have only lied to them all this while and my makeup cannot hold anymore. The cracks are visible to all, if anything, I should be crawling in the filth of my death. Yet inspite of my mischie...

Against the sound of hungry mosquitoes and the illumination of scented candles; we had quite a time. We joked, we laughed, we smiled. We cried, we wept, we mourned. We had it all and yet always asked for more. Tuesday nights were special, the serenity always sucked you in. Tucked in soft, cushy sofas, you could only be yourself. With open arms waiting, you felt nowhere but home, at home with the warmth, at home with friends, at home with family. So as we say goodbye to those memorable nights, we know that it will never really be lost from us; the memories and the steps we took together are etched on the very skin of our hearts. Here is to you Tuesday, here is to Dekende living. Thank you Heidi, it was truly special*