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Lupondwana (talk) 12:13, 14 December 2016 (UTC) Will She Ever Know

"I knew you would make me do it" is how it was introduced. When I finally saw it, it's secret was evident. As I assisted with its logistics, its appeal was clear. When I stood back to confirm, it's enduring place in memory. I wondered if she would ever know why she stood out

Low at the back, long on the sides, short in front and fitting all round. Its power was not in itself, but in its ability to reveal what was always there, yet covered by the long and the baggy when dreams were being fashioned, when was silence golden and time was in short supply. Still I wondered if she would ever know why she stood out.

Crossed and intertwined when seated, and reaching the high heavens when standing. Halfway there at prescribed lengths and covered in black security on a hot night that birthed the power of love to restrain. I wondered if she would ever know that they were partly the reason she stood out

Tightly wrapped in the red question, "What's in a name?" and in the green memory of standing out. Heating up in black, both from the inside and out, past midnight in a dark room chosen for its brightness. Or in floral prescribed lengths of a welcoming party of traditional dancers and a red carpet, wishes and horses. On a chilly night whose only redeeming quality was the company. I wondered if she would ever know that it too was partly the reason she stood out.

From coming out to play as I walked down the stairs after confirming my presence, to traveling through time and space on waves leaving a permanent imprint as her sight improved. From coming out to brighten an already sunny morning beside a body of water with multiple passports, to forcing its way through tiredness when opportunity and chemistry, heat and space were kept in check by a choice of a lifetime over 2 minutes. I wondered if she would ever know that this too is partly the reason she stood out.

Low at the back, long on the sides, short in front and fitting all round. Its real power is in the belief, that it, and not what it revealed, is why she stood out.

In the bigger war between science and belief, this battle is comprehensively won by belief, as the award goes to the subject of endeared poetry whose survival is still a miracle. I turn around and walk away after a week of protest and digital picketing and mumble under my breath, she may very well never know why she stood out

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