Death may be as natural as birth, but you can never get used to it no matter how many times it strikes.
Today is the saddest day I've had in years. One of my best friends from Secondary school passed away last week. The sadness is overwhelming.
Here is to you Dear Frannie: I still believe the dead can see, hear and feel us wherever they go. I'm hoping they can read too...
There we were,
two terrified young girls at a new school,
The fear in us raw and palpable,
we couldn't fool no fool.
There we were,
trying our best to act cool,
When we in fact had no clue,
about the rules...
Panali kumenya ma 90,
panali wambale,
Panali khatcha,
panali maina onga nyawani, bongwe, udzu ndi ena otere...
It was cruel,
but still on our feet we stood.
Ma 90 tinamenya with pride,
plates we carried with our heads held high,
kukhatchidwa tinakhatchidwa, but the pain we swallowed.
Ma bongwe, ma nyawani, we responded to the terms with smiles on our young faces.
It was through the hardships that the bonds of our friendship were tightened.
Till Forever Frannie!
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