Kgomotso

She walks around with a vacant confidence

She is alone but she moves through the crowds

She makes friends with everyone she passes even if it’s for a second

Her voice is loud and proud

her posture pushed forward

She stands tall

Façade

A Façade

She knows this

She puts on her confident bold façade

Day by day with her make up

She dresses herself in a bold scent

No not her

You cannot get her down

She fits in with the different cliques

Her new friends

Not the ones from yesterday or the day before

Her friends are new

They don’t know her tears

They have no idea what her struggles are

She is bold, confident… a new kgomtso

They hang out, she fits in

Glass after glass of red wine

Bottle after bottle

Then…

The broken kgomotso emerges

The night has been long

Her make up is wearing out

Her bold scent is withering away with the winds of comfort

She speaks

She talks about him

She hums his name

She breaks her façade

She cries

Closes her eyes

Opens them again

Her new friends are gone

Tomorrow she will have new ones

They don’t know

They will never know

Ki mang Kgomotso