No perfect goodbye...

A PIECE FOR A BEING THAT IS NO MORE...



Her words are still eloquent as I take myself back on memory lane.  Seems it was just yesterday when she was giving out instructions of chores to be done and responsibilities to be fulfilled.
That women with no height and skin that has contorted due to decrepitude  was the centre of my family's existence, the root which held us all together, Mother, her Brothers, and Sisters.
Today her passing still leaves me with Questions of "HOW", a yearning to find an answer to the "WHY IT HAD TO BE HER" which keeps me until late midnight.
Her please for me to study are ever vivid and her voice still echoes within the boundaries of my mind.
The soft pats from her ancient hand to wake up for school, are no more.
Her ever aristocratic hospitality has gone with her to the land where carbon dioxide pollutes the lungs or oxygen is needed to cleanse the body.
Her absence has left a void too big to be filled by another, it is like a lover that has had their heart broken by their first love, damaged beyond repair.
I think of the life I now live without  her, my days have turned darker. it is as if POSEIDON has called a storm unto the book of my life, no sunshine, no rainbows, only thunder and a downpour of hailstones and raindrops.
She is no longer here to be the wiper that engulfed the setbacks of the storms in my life, no longer is  she here to offer me an umbrella in the rain.
Her light heart is no longer in existence to provide my being with the covering to ease my cold feet.
SHE IS GONE.
SHE NO MORE.
The tears I have cried inside have made no use for the resurrection is still not scheduled to take place in this land.
She has gone to take her rightful place amongst the angels, around GOD's ROUND TABLE.
In heaven she now sits watching me.
As I struggle to live this life she has left me to endure.
With no more counselling from her wise being or assistance from her exceptional intellectual mind.
YES SHE HAS GONE.
 But to a place far better than this.
 Where the lion and antelope live as family and black and white know no racial segregation.
Her departure has left vacuum in my heart.
REST IN PEACE GRANDMOTHER.

ITS BEEN EXACTLY 12 MONTHS SINCE YOU LEFT...

What Inspires Me???

I am inspired by the endless struggle of every women to make a proper living for her child.
 I am inspired by every real man for trying to create a great bond in their family.
I am inspired by all the educators that give their all in classrooms.
 I am  inspired by fellow learners...that have so much to do yet fight and pass.
I am inspired by every young one who didn't make it in school but is still determined to succeed..
 I am inspired by our leaders.. The ones that try to give us a better tomorrow.
 I am inspired by all those that have a dream and a desire to achieve it.
 I am inspired by a nation with so much potential to thrive.
 I am inspired by Namibians..
 Yes! Even Meme Maria who sells vetkoeks at the corner of the shop to get money for her grandsons school fees.
Even Tate David who spends most of his nights sleeplessly in Walvis Bays" Icy weather... guarding a building to make  a decent living for his mother back in the north.
 Even the law enforcementk officers that ris their lives in every corner of our country's kasie's/hoods trying to bring us justice
Even the young niggas husltin to make a dollar to take back home.. Yes they inspire me..
I Immanuel Scar Tomas am inspired by anyone who perserverse in times of darkness to gain greatness and success...

Truth

Writing and Poetry completes me..

I read blogs..
I read books..
I read newspapers..
Every piece of writing.. Put together with a meaning behind..
I consume the words.. With the absorbing tentacles of my mind...
I understand with every bit of the gray matter i have in me..
It is a mutual thing..
Comprehension from one writer to another..

 Its not so hard..