Your death became a bitter surprise to me
Felt like I could walk with my head and think with my legs
The tea I was drinking turned cold
I found myself lost in my own world
I then went with you to your place of rest and left you behind,
While walking away with memories made together
Death hijacked you
Took you to soon

Sometimes I think I’m dreaming
I’ll wake up and see you next to me
Poor Nthabi, that is like running around trying to collect air
The tears I lost landed me up in hospital in double water drips
All the nice food became tasteless
A smile became a very rare visitor on my face
Almost lost my sanity when my father died
Well, life goes on