The night walkers....

We normally don't want see what we should see but we want to see what we shouldn't see...it's real life things, things that people are scared to talk about.

woke up one Saturday morning,

opened my bedroom curtains

looked through the window,

and I saw them...

high heels, tight jeans and beautiful makeup

modelling down the street,

so tired they couldn't utter any words.

after hours turned into days and day into weeks I never

saw them again

 

woke up one Saturday morning

I heard screams of someone getting hurt

I asked myself questions, is my brother?, is it my sister?

knowing my blood siblings were home .

 

woke up one Saturday morning

opened my bedroom curtains

looked through the window

then I saw a mob running to one direction

shouting "yah bafile le zinja!"

I ran out of the house down the street

asking myself questions, is it my brother?

is it my sister?

knowing my blood siblings were home

 

I got to the scene

it was them,

high heels, tight jeans and beautiful make-up

laying down helplessly,dead

because of their sexual orientation

they were gay men.

 

 

 

 

*"yah bafile le zinja !" : yeah the dogs are dead (Zulu-south Africa)

 

Author's Note

what do you think?