I love and hate this month so much. My sister rode with a drunk driver last December and died in an accident and the driver survived. She would have been 21 today. 😔
— #WhatALife 🎉 (@ShoMadjozi) December 9, 2020
Grief is a madness. I have felt every emotion everyday since I heard the news. I have felt everything when looking at her pictures, even acceptance. Then, later, on the very same day, looking at the very same picture will send a sharp pain through me.
— #WhatALife 🎉 (@ShoMadjozi) December 9, 2020
Grief is a dictator that forces you to bow your head. And they, the older ones, knowing they cannot spare you, and having experienced that the more one fights the more blows one gets, say it to make you more docile for the beating.
— #WhatALife 🎉 (@ShoMadjozi) December 9, 2020
Khani’s death is droning endlessly in the background like a self-powering generator. People will want their selfies regardless of the ache. People are happy. Their siblings are alive. They have been able to keep them safe. We could not save ours. She’s gone. People are dancing.
— #WhatALife 🎉 (@ShoMadjozi) December 9, 2020
08/01/20 Little girl, did you know how much you were loved? Did you know that you would leave a gaping hole in our family? That you would take our mothers joy with you?
— #WhatALife 🎉 (@ShoMadjozi) December 9, 2020
29/07/20 Grief is like being confronted by a filthy room. You may eventually be able to sort through it, but when you first encounter it you won’t know where to begin.
— #WhatALife 🎉 (@ShoMadjozi) December 9, 2020