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And so it happened. A door shut in my face. Again. In my mind’s ear, the soundtrack of a sad movie plays. It feels as though I might just get glued into the tarmac if I do not lift my feet quick enough. You see, I don’t remember ever having this feeling before. One where you feel like a canon was just fired into your chest and now you’re rushing to the nearest bowling alley to find a ball large enough to temporarily cover this hole. Wait… How am I still walking? Aaaah! I am not dead. At least not yet. I am experiencing a feeling I have always equated with death… Change.
All change is like death. Good change or bad change. Something is lost or gained. For that loss or gain to occur, something that was must cease. Our lives weave through change like water through a cracked rock. They will always get to the point where they are meant to get to. That’s just the way it is. That is not to say that we have to be content with where we’re at. Never be satisfied. But leave room for change. That is the only thing that is constant in our existence… Change.
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Published by: Frank Malaba
Frank Malaba is an actor, playwright and a published poet. He was born in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe and currently resides in Cape Town, South Africa. He has performed on stage and television in both countries. He has a passion for using poetry, storytelling and theatre as a method of healing for both himself and others. His poetry has been presented both at home and abroad. Frank is currently developing a two-man play entitled “Broken Pathways” which will be touring internationally. In 2014 Frank was recognised by Mail & Guardian’s 200 Young South Africans as an Achiever in the category of Arts & Culture. View all posts by Frank Malaba
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