I stood beside her open grave but deeper than it was the cutting sorrow I felt
Tears danced sadly down my pale face as if they artistically intended to display my grief
Ntendo had died young and penniless
Precisely, she was that famous penniless poet
She had big dreams for the two of us
Too big for anyone to carry alone even the two of us were doubtful of our strength
May be in the stillness of death one could carry curry such weight with dignity
She did not seem bothered by our grandiose dream
Our dream was to change the world
Yes she had tried with all her might before one last breath sweept her into the long silent night orather another dimension's light
In my eyes she had tried but failed ,not to make the world better
It was me she had failed
Anyway she had tried and sometimes that is the best that can be done
I could not blame her despite the strong feeling that made me think of her as a deserter
I could not blame her because no one a part from Adam and Eve ever changed the world
The rest and the best of us like Martin Luther King only left it better than they found it
Others left it worse for the two of us to make better
Ntendo had tried and failed in what everyone had, may be not, possibly I was her exit plan
But she did not tell me, I I would have prepared my hands for the weight of the word
She had played her part and me and certainly left the world a better place
With me in it to hold the biggest dream
To change the world, a madness I would carry on
Anyway she would have told me to prepare to carry the weight of her death that was bigger than the world I knew
