Written by: Jacqueline Kaliisa

Maturity. That’s his name.

Clad in tatters but armored in time,

He ripped me from the claws of a death

That had already composed the funeral hymn

For me.


He found me torn and dying

In a labor theater giving life

To something I didn’t quite know:

Something that had to replace the void

That one fateful night had left:

Something that could have been revenge.


He took its place and came into my life,

On a night of odds and spades.

He picked me up from the ditches of mortality

And embarked me on a road to everywhere.

He showed me that pain was endless

But that it always moved in pairs with joy.