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Two becomes one

inseparable and entwined.

Its no longer you and me

just us, we.


Air leaves me

and enters your nostrils.

I breathe you in.

We exchange life.

Become two in one.

Souls merge

energies redefine

and defy purpose.

I’m yours

You are mine.

We belong here.

Near each other.

Here, despite life’s


we come back

to who we are.


Posted in Fiction, Trapped, Works in progress

TRAPPED: 2nd Chapter

Machine sounds were the only music she heard. She could feel her chest had been cut into. She felt it. She could make out the yellow roses on her bedside but could not take in their scent. But she saw them breathe through the wrapping.

‘Its time for your meds’, Nurse Mpho interrupted.

She was making a count of how may times the machine beeped and at what breath she took in and out. So she looked away.

‘Dr Tlhare, you have to let me take care of you’, she softly said. ‘You just had a major heart surgery. You need the meds’.

‘I know that and I do not need the meds’, she barked at the nurse.

Once the door closed, she tried to recall how she became a patient not the Dr. All she could remember was being in court and then collapsing.

‘Can I come in? Theetso opened the door.

He was trying not to make his client worried. But as her lawyer he had to make her aware of everything.

‘We are in deep trouble now Maria. Your shooter has been identified’, he sieved through his files.

‘I was shot? By who? He’s dead’, Maria hysterically panicked in realization.

‘Hey come down’, rubbing his hands over her shoulder. ‘Mmatli Thornton is the suspect’.

‘His son? How?’, Maria was completely shocked.

‘He is being taken into custody. In fact he gave himself up for the police.’

Theetso gave her a file on Mmatli. The first thing a doctor does is identify the age of the patient. So she did, naturally. The year in which he was born gave her goosebumps.

‘Don’t worry. He will be imprisoned and we will finish with this case. This will all blow away.’ Theetso leaned in to kiss Maria.

At Tlharelamosu Police Station, there were cameras everywhere. It wasn’t everyday where a criminal brought himself forward. Journalists were trying to get in to get first hand information.

Detective Nnete, a well built man with a beard that covered most of his face entered the interrogation room.

‘Son? We don’t want this to take long. Make it snappy!’, he bellowed.

‘It was a mistake. Shooting her at her heart. Is she alive? Mmatli worryingly asked. There were tears in his eyes. Nnete assumed like all other suspects, he was faking it.

‘So you meant to shoot her where?’, Nnete’s face became clear as he came close to Mmatli’s face.

‘It was the only way to make sure my mother knew me’, Mmatli’s face had no remorse.

‘Your mother? Your file says your adopted mother died a year ago in a car crash.’

‘Yes my adoptive mother died. I meant my biological mother.’

‘You are going to have to be more clear son’.

‘Dr Maria Tlhare is my mother!, his scream was heard throughout the floor.

In that time journalist were flocking to the interrogation room to take pictures of the confession.

Maria had had a long day. There were no magazines or newspapers to read and she could not even read her chart. The remote was there. The TV was on. So she switched to the news channel.

Downstairs Theetso angrily opened the hospital door. He had just heard the news.

‘Excuse me Sir! Visiting hours are over!’, the security guard tried to restrain Theetso.

Bursting into Maria’s room, he got in just in time for the news. Catching his breath, he tried to speak. But the news were ahead if him.

‘Making headlines, the prime suspect of Dr Maria Tlhare’s shooting is no other than her son, Matli Thornton.’, the news reader went on.

‘You had a son? With him? Maria is that why you killed him?’, Theetso went on his knees.

Maria could not make out the situation. But earlier when she read through the file, she had suspicions. But how do you tell your lawyer who is also your lover that you had a son with the man you murdered?

Posted in Works in progress

TRAPPED: 1st Chapter

Dr Maria Tlhare had lost weight, she looked nothing like her age. He face was wrinkled from worry and her eyes dark with fear and hatred, but no one knew this except her and her mirror. The old mattress tore her overall as she stepped on the plastered cemented floor. But the coldness did not even bother her. She felt how different everything was. Everything had changed. She had not been speaking to anyone since she got here. It was silent and it numbed her.

‘Ready to join in the session?’, Dr Spike put his hand on her shoulder. Being a thirty year old psychologist who worked with Maria in many cases, it was difficult to put the words across to his mentor.

‘I guess I am’, faintly answering whilst standing up.

In that moment, she felt as if her feet were anchored to the ground and she could not move.

‘Are you sure today is right?’, Dr Spike concernedly asked.

‘I have to do it sometime’.

The hallway was filled with movements, voices and the smell of metal bars. It was so dark and eerie that when they entered the counseling room, the light was unkind to both their eyes.

When Dr Spike introduced Maria to the group, she felt discouraged. Usually she was the one introducing herself to clients who became patients. But the place and the time did not allow and she had to swallow her pride.

‘You can come seat next to me’, the gentleman offered. ‘I’m Brandon’, he let out his hand and she could not shake it but looked at it, looked at him then sat down.

‘So, who is starting?’, Dr Spike prompted.

After ten minutes or so, ‘The surgical wing was never silent’, Maria broke the silence.

‘You are a doctor?’, Brandon’s face lit up.

‘Lets give Maria her chance to speak then question later’, Dr Spike assured the group.

‘Its ok. I was a surgeon for 15 years, until a few days ago’, she regretfully replied.

Silence suddenly creept in and cold air rushed in at the same time.

‘There was always a patient coming in and out of the operation rooms, of diagnosis, of families being told their loved ones had passed on amongst other things.’, she was shocked at how her narrative got people listening.

She continued, ‘That is why I chose medicine, specifically surgery. I never liked silence. Silence brought back bad memories which I would rather not delve to at this point. What I’m trying to tell you is that I had it all figured out. Loved my job and its perks. Though the inevitability of losing a patient always hung over me. It never scared me to do the impossible. I was born to cut through the skin and fix whatever was in there. It was my destiny.’

‘Then how are you here? Not out there saving lives?’, the big breasted tattooed woman bellowed.’I’m Nancy’, faking a smile.

‘Life brought me here.’ standing up to look out the window. ‘But you can never understand’.

‘I killed a patient once. Well not intentionally, I prescribed the wrong medicine. I guess I will understand’, Nany smiled genuinely this time.

But it was beyond her to comprehend. How calmly Nancy spoke about her story.

‘Time up!’, the guard interrupted.

‘I don’t think I can do this’, Maria’s face was weary now.

‘The court adjourns tomorrow. There is no other time’, Dr Spike tried to reassure her.

‘I did not plan for any of this to happen in the way it did. I thought he was dead. I thought I would get over everything.I, I, I can’t do this’, holding on to Spike’s hand.

‘I know. We will get through this. See you tomorrow?’.

Night came in quickly that day. And she always woke up in sweat. Wet from nightmarish dreams that reminded her how she stole her chance and threw it away. But she would always sigh in relief. How all of this was a break she needed.

The siren was louder than all the other days the next morning.

‘Ready?’, Dr Spike was early, as usual and she was not ready. She was not ready for any of it.

Posted in Poetry

The morning after

Sun kissed skin,

your eyes reveal

the secrets

of the summer

we sun bathed

under a Morula tree.

Reminiscing on

when we were young.

Tongue tied,

sun dried



we ate


under the shade

where only our shadows

became one

far away from eyes

that judge

we became one.

Fear left

it felt right

to know each other

when dawn risen

and night

was no more.