cher, cher, why are you crying cher?

nothing, im just sad

forced a smile
wiped a tear
in hope that she seemed better, looked happier

morning saw me
facilitating a leadership halfdaycamp
at a primary school

and i witnessed a fight

thinking back, i guess that was easily
my first time
ever

verbal abuse.punches. hits.blows. flying shoes.

and all i was able to do was to hold on tightly to one of the them.
the boy from the red house whose name shant be mentioned.

his heart was palpitating wildly
his face was all red
there were visible beads of perspiration on his forehead

he was fuming
i held him down
with all my strength

tried to reconcile the two classmates
tried to shake their hands
tried to to make them even face each other

tried

so i asked him
will you shake my hand?
i am your friend and i love you

silent no

i emerged out of the classroom
tears in my eyes
i dont know why

and the 3 most beautiful things happened subsequently

weini hugged me
jazz hugged me
rash hugged me

and i felt loved

+

afternoon saw me
up on a stage
receiving a scholarship award on behalf on my sister

o
m
g

when was the last time?
jc?
yeah
-sheesh-

+

evening saw me
madly filling homemade pineapple paste
into tarts mum made

literally sweet madness

+

night saw me
here trying to do some work
(an essay no doubt)

sheer frenzy