In loving memory of S. Mshelia

I grieve for a lost soul dearest to me.
Some say its fate, but I am convinced it was perfect timing.
I look at the grave and wonder what it feels like be there.

I go to church the following day and the preacher says “God controls everything”.
Why do the good people suffer for the wrongs of others? I ask.
I look up and wonder if God is responsible for the stabbing pain in my heart.
Pain, not only mine, but of those who suffer same grief in parts.

I pray for peace, for my country that her arrival may be quick.
For when peace took flight,
That which we once considered as harmony turned to be sour calamity.

My sisters left home hoping to arrive before dusk. We waited but they never came back.
I watched on TV that they will…