The speed of life
Now that our one-to-one TRC is done
no cameras, counselors, note-takers, translators and the archbishop,
I thank you for asking that we speak.
Now as we speed away in different directions, again
without cameras, counselors, note-takers, translators and the archbishop,
I ask for silence.
I cannot bear your piercing echoes:
I am sorry
I didn’t know
I simply don’t understand how I could have been so self-absorbed
It’s so out of character
It feels so long ago, so unclear
I just wish to pace through my journey at the regular speed of life, forever
with no cameras, counsellors, note-takers, translators and the archbishop.
from Tongues of their Mothers (UKNZ Press, 2008), © Khosi Xaba 2008, used by permission of the author and the publisher.