Who am I?

All my life I have watched the images of it all, over and and over and over again. I was really scared to even look him in the eye and ask him why? She just wept and wept all night and all the way in the taxi as if she was slowly reliving the moments of terror.
I thought to myself I would never do that to my own.... But I did....

And when ever he looked at her I could see the regret in hs eyes, he would silently seek to ask for forgiveness but would ask himeslef" would you forgive me if I was you?" He had a point and so he ragged on just pitying himself and living the regret in every little detail of his life. He imagined the hatred and the fear that she had for him and yet he loved her so much... wait did he?

I do...

And now I live with this fear of the unkown and the fear of realizing what already has happened (was it really me in there?) Why? Who am I?


By Vuyolwethu Dondashe