Norah Bolubatolu Ratu

Abstract

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Norah Bolubatolu Ratu

Abstract

When Dreams Sleep

When Dreams Sleep

2 mins
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Edward sits alone out on the lawn and drifts into his Illusive world. There he meets up with his mother at the golden gates. He was not allowed access so he waited for his mother a few meters back. As she approached him with open arms he reached out his hands to touch his mother's cheeks only to be disturbed by a tap on his shoulder. It was his daughter Josephine.


"Dad, you miss grandma don't you?" Yes he responded. To avoid any other discussions on his mother he quickly stood up and led the way towards the house. But the house haunted him for there it all began his pain, his gain, his achievements, his disappointments, his mind of distorted emotions. He found no escape from those memories of what he termed ' caged bird sings the blues". For he seldom talked about his bitter sweet romance to his now enstranged wife. 


His escape from it all left him clinging to just beautiful memories of his beautiful loving caring mother. She was the only one who knew his broken heart. She nursed his wounds with encouragement of a better life beyond. 

Now he could see the reality of the caged bird that would sing the blues. He was that bird that sang his pain on his guitar each afternoon. He found comfort in doing so for it reminded him of both his parents. Growing up in the 60s was fun though tough under colonial rule. Nevertheless those for him were the best days of his life.

But today it's different. His dreams were high for his children of which none his path did follow. It broke his heart yet never did he make it known to anyone of them. The smiles the humour in him concealed the pain within . But each night alone he'd whisper into the quietness of the open sky. I wish you were here mother dear. My heartache you bandaged with your unconditional love. My tears you'd wipe away with your beautiful voice, singing praises to God. Now am all alone. Is there an angel out there to take mom's place? Is there anyone out there for me? All were just whispers into an empty lonely world in his mind. A dream that now sleeps on.



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