Woman in the mirror
I glimpse at a blurred and monotonous reflection. Visions of washed out dreams,the hope of refuge initially proved a mirage. She stares at me with a gloomy face,eyes sunken with unfathomable emotion the gleam that usually flickered in her eyes has now become peculiar. She has become surrounded by
an air of melancholy ushered by rebuff . Things have fallen apart. She looks at the craks of the mirror which resemble her abyss heart. Pensive I glare in contempt scrutinizing this woman who stares at
me with a faint ghost of a smile and an ocean in her eyes,but little do they know that these tears keep them afloat,a wounded healer she is.For months
I've chased rainbows trying to recognise her. I've clutched at straws to chase those washed out dreams. In the midst of 2018 she's lost herself,she's become a hostess to desolation,despair and trauma. Nontheless,all she pursues more than anything is euphoria and peace.
Tjipenandjambi Uanivi

Affliated with her father's affliction of abandonment,she embraced the love of an absent father. He diminished, oblivious to the passage
of time. Leaving her with yearnings of fatherly affection,however his devotion to fatherly duties wavered.
For two decades on no account was he solicitous about the welfare of his daughter. She seeked for his love and support,the lack of affirmation left her with piercings in her heart.
Nontheless,she found adoration that of a loving and kindhearted man. He's warmth love was ample to patch the wounds of her pierced heart. He pampered her with fatherly love,through him she got the satisfaction of calling someone "father". It's been long since she's known that feeling, like a soft blanket on a night when the wind howls.
He becomes her mentor,her Braveman and the epitome of her happiness.
Otja Tjipee Uanivi 17th October 2018