The She Story

I write because:

·         she bends over the city’s garbage bin on Broadway Avenue in Winnipeg.  Daily.  She looks up when she sees you and ask for change, then goes back to her mining.

·         another she, reads books as she walks on the pavement, reading glasses and black sunshades on a string around her neck.  Sometimes she reads with the sunshades.  Her vivid red lips are Oscar perfect, as if she recently applied the lip stick for the red carpet.

·         yet another she has three bags she lugs around every day while smoking.  Her head is always bobbing sideways.  There’s not a single grey in her brown hair.

·         the fourth she, can be found only in the financial mall, wearing three heavy coats and four bags of plastic shopping bags with logos of drug stores and grocery stores.

·         the last she might be me, if I stop writing. 

By:  Nonqaba waka Msimang.